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Бесы
В темноте, за грязными окнами, там где ночь засыхает и рушится,
Между кроткими и жестокими, между трусостью, между мужеством
Руки бледные стеклом изрезаны, оцарапано лицо чудесное.
Что же, глупые, вы наделали? Для чего обернулись бесами?
Мчатся бесы рой за роем
В беспредельной вышине,
Визгом жалобным и воем
Надрывая сердце мне...
На земле лежит теперь дымка стылая и уходит ввысь стена отвесная.
Окровавлена улыбка милая, жизнь моя зарезана бесами!
Кто отмоет тела от копоти? Кто положит монеты на очи их?
Будете вы отныне прокляты! Унесет ваши души вихрь!
Мчатся бесы рой за роем
В беспредельной вышине,
Визгом жалобным и воем
Надрывая сердце мне...
Издают они дыханье смрадное, ухмыляются, собой довольные
Тем, что мы теперь в грязи валяемся, захлебнувшись собственной кровию.
Прочь уйдите, прошу, оставьте нас! Не целуйте губ на прощание.
Пусть потухнет на небе кровавый Марс, пусть исчезнет он в утреннем зареве.
Мчатся бесы рой за роем
В беспредельной вышине,
Визгом жалобным и воем
Надрывая сердце мне...
Вы сойдете с ума в чужих телах, понесетесь с горы к погибели.
Только это и нужно было вам, чтоб вернуться в свои обители.
Руки бледные стеклом изрезаны, оцарапано лицо чудесное...
Что же, глупые, мы наделали? Для чего обернулись бесами?
***В припеве использован отрывок из стихотворения А.С. Пушкина "Бесы"
Demons
In the dark, behind dirty windows, where the night dries up and collapses,
Between the meek and the cruel, between cowardice, between courage
His pale hands were cut by glass, his wonderful face was scratched.
What have you done, you fools? Why did they turn into demons?
Demons rush swarm after swarm
In the infinite heights,
With plaintive squeals and howls
Breaking my heart...
A cold haze now lies on the ground and a sheer wall rises upward.
My dear smile is bloodied, my life is slaughtered by demons!
Who will wash the bodies of soot? Who will put coins in their eyes?
You will be damned from now on! A whirlwind will carry away your souls!
Demons rush swarm after swarm
In the infinite heights,
With plaintive squeals and howls
Breaking my heart...
They let out a stinking breath, grin, pleased with themselves
The fact that we are now lying in the mud, choking on our own blood.
Go away, please leave us! Don't kiss your lips goodbye.
Let bloody Mars go out in the sky, let it disappear in the morning glow.
Demons rush swarm after swarm
In the infinite heights,
With plaintive squeals and howls
Breaking my heart...
You will go crazy in other people's bodies, rushing down the mountain to destruction.
This was all you needed to return to your abodes.
Pale hands are cut by glass, a wonderful face is scratched...
What have we done, fools? Why did they turn into demons?
***The chorus uses an excerpt from a poem by A.S. Pushkin "Demons"
In the dark, behind dirty windows, where the night dries up and collapses,
Between the meek and the cruel, between cowardice, between courage
His pale hands were cut by glass, his wonderful face was scratched.
What have you done, you fools? Why did they turn into demons?
Demons rush swarm after swarm
In the infinite heights,
With plaintive squeals and howls
Breaking my heart...
A cold haze now lies on the ground and a sheer wall rises upward.
My dear smile is bloodied, my life is slaughtered by demons!
Who will wash the bodies of soot? Who will put coins in their eyes?
You will be damned from now on! A whirlwind will carry away your souls!
Demons rush swarm after swarm
In the infinite heights,
With plaintive squeals and howls
Breaking my heart...
They let out a stinking breath, grin, pleased with themselves
The fact that we are now lying in the mud, choking on our own blood.
Go away, please leave us! Don't kiss your lips goodbye.
Let bloody Mars go out in the sky, let it disappear in the morning glow.
Demons rush swarm after swarm
In the infinite heights,
With plaintive squeals and howls
Breaking my heart...
You will go crazy in other people's bodies, rushing down the mountain to destruction.
This was all you needed to return to your abodes.
Pale hands are cut by glass, a wonderful face is scratched...
What have we done, fools? Why did they turn into demons?
***The chorus uses an excerpt from a poem by A.S. Pushkin "Demons"