Lyrics Domenika.Domeno - Придет смерть, и у нее будут твои глаза

The things and people of us
Surround, and those
And these torment the eye.
Better to live in the dark.

My blood is cold.
Cold her fiercely
a river frozen to the bottom.
I don't like people.

There is something in their faces,
which is disgusting to the mind.
Which expresses flattery
It is unknown to whom.

Things are nicer. In them
there is neither evil nor good
externally, but if he delved into
in them - and inside the gut.

Presenting a surprise
the sum of their angles,
thing falls out of
world order of words.

The thing is not worth it. And not
moves. That's bullshit.
The thing is space, outside
Whose thing is not.

A thing can be banged, burned,
Gut, break.
Throw. With this thing
will not shout: "Such a mother!"

Wood. Shadow. Earth
under the tree for roots.
Gnarled monograms.
Clay. Ridge of stones.

Roots. Their binding.
A stone whose personal load
Releases from
this system of bonds.

He is motionless.
move or carry away.
Shadow. The man in the shadows
Like a fish in a net.

Thing, brown
things. Whose outline is erased.
Dusk. No more
nothing. Still life.

Lately i
I sleep in broad daylight.
Apparently my death
tests me.

Death will come and find
a body whose surface is a visit
death like coming
women, will reflect.

This is absurd, a lie:
skull, skeleton, scythe.
"Death will come - she has
Your eyes will be. "

Mother says to Christ:
- Are you my son or mine
The God? You are nailed to the cross.
How do I go home?

As I step on the threshold
Not understanding, not deciding:
Are you my son or God?
That is, dead or alive? -

He says in response:
- Dead or Alive,
the difference, wife, no.
Son or God - I am yours.