21 декабря 2012 года-конец света (на английском)

эпиграф:
«Mustafa used to built the road
Mustafa used to walk on this
But Jigan has knifed him
Kolka Svist has buried him.»

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People say that We will die
On 21th December
Seems like it’s quite rightly
Oh! Finally determined
The day of death all over the world!
There is one schizophrenic idea
If someone is afraid to believe
And he can’t just relax
He can stop reading this
And any claims won’t be accepted!
When I was in hospital in the reanimation room
I was about 50 years old
I was in prostration
I’ll try to describe it
[Instrumental Interlude]

Nine nights I was walking the black line
I didn’t have any dreams Unconsciousness
Neurons in my head was exterminating
Memo- Ries

But, on the tenth day
I had an dream
Carnival Crazy clowns
And I felt like I had narcotic in me…
17 century I’m four years old
I am infant of Spain !!!
[Instrumental Interlude]

Suddenly I woke up
But I almost failed to do this
Seem like it was a prophetic dream
Or it was just injection of something unknown

Some thought began to mess with my head
Somewhere in my mind
Maybe it was just vein spirit (Fuck this!)
Or maybe revelation?
And it occurred

It was just an instinct of self-preservation
“I’m going to die!
But in moment, I’m in another
Now I'm going to die
But in an instant I - in another dimension!
[Instrumental Interlude]

I leak centuries through the veil
A sort of super - Progressor
I Break Through I shall not be in captivity
Yours Sozialepensionkasse!

Later, at night Inflamed brain
Has become stronger
I have two pair ...
Hundred devils!
Universe hang out on time card
Only those who make it so necessary.
Lermontov, Pushkin, Rembo, Choi, Talkov
Bring them the numbers immeasurable...

The universe takes away their souls in an alcove
Ground leaving the body
Universe needs young soul
And the best talents
Not much clouded sew up

Sinks in Africa flimsy steam
The children are immigrants ...
In Japan - Fukushima
Explosions, fires, chain of disasters
This is a diabolical plan of Genius
Soul carried away In the melting pot
Resettlement
(Given the end of World Like Salvation)
[Instrumental Interlude]

They cherish for other cases
Throw in other ages
All Souls accountant Lord
Accounts sometimes
And not counting bodies.
Just who They will say tomorrow
Goodbye forever ...
Throwing knuckles
Fate It is better not to know ...
I come to oneself
Left to chance
And looked around
Well you are my God!
What a share Waiting for me then ...

I am poet Gennady Svistunov
картина Веласкеса