It’s coming back now,
Back to the center,
Rest in twilight.
Talking in a different language,
Clear and delightful,
There’s no translation.
Raised in wonder,
Shot in the back;
This is The Central calling,
This is the answer:
Listen to The Quiet One.
No need to worry
No need to hide
No way from the front line
Alone in the darkness
All the connections’ been cut.
So I drank myself
Down to be up again
This is a different chapter
Written for your friends and lovers
This is the answer:
Listen to The Quiet One.
Can’t stop repeating your name
Days of wine, days of roses –
They are here again, brought by summer haze.
The world inside of me was split and bored and fighting –
But now it stands still, silent and amazed.
Words will come later,
They will surely come, if I will need them still;
If blessed are promises given to be broken –
How more so You, love, for You’re the Love fulfilled.
And I can’t stop repeating Your Name,
Can’t stop repeating Your Name;
You are The One, who make me shine like the sun,
Keep me forever in flame –
Never the same again –
I can’t stop repeating Your Name.
Beautiful blue train
It was a beautiful night, when I was talking to My Lord;
I said: «Oh my, Omniscient One, tell me, why I’m tired and bored?»
He said – Shut up and listen,
You know – words are all in vain;
Just check your soul for this blue train.
Why don’t we get outside, before it is too late,
You don’t want to be stuck where the doctors and the lawyers lie in wait
Take me out tonight – I’m tired of being alone;
And beautiful blue train will take us home.
You know, sometimes I feel like part of my body is made of steel
And then I think of all the little girls gone beneath its wheels:
Alright then, who’s that dancing round this human pole?
And our beautiful blue train will take them home.
It was a beautiful night, and I was talking to My Lord,
I said – Lord, what You’ve been telling me is not what
I was taught
He said – Do you think I really care
Where is that you roam?
Cause my beautiful blue train will take you home.
Annie of the nightingales
It was the time, when nothing was right,
Time, when nothing was wrong;
When ballerinas fly in the wind –
This time is now.
And it’s written in the dark ways.
Written on the white halls,
Written in the cracks of the sky,
And it says…
It was awhile since the baby was born,
Awhile, since the story was told,
Awhile – and then it happens again;
And it happens now;
And I can see it in the dark ways,
And I can see it on the flyovers,
I can see it in the whites of your eyes;
And it spells out:
Annie Of The Nightingales.
And she goes…
Under the good sun
They say it’s always been the same
Throughout the years;
They come they go they stay the same.
They pray for sun,
They pray for rain –
Against the grain, my love,
They go again, my love.
Young lovers broken on the wheel
They spin themselves;
I pray to Gods they spin it well.
Their hounds of love,
Their hounds of hell –
They might be true, my love,
But not for you, my love –
Cause you stand in the good good sun.
The winds of charity have passed
Beyound the pale,
They’ve left us here without the stage.
Their storms of war,
Their tears of rage –
They’ll let us through, my love,
Cause we stand with you, my love –
And you stand in the good good sun.
Promises of Eden
We’ve set our sails on sunrise –
Just like the scriptures say;
They have said they’re building heaven, so it could
Be awkward, if we stay;
And the watchmen in their towers
Somehow have failed to see, how
We dance away,
We sail away
From their promises of Eden.
We hail Ye, Pretty Maidens;
And Ye, Weary Travellers – Hail!
Rest in peace, for there’s no science that can unfold
The mysteries of our sails.
And while their wise men ponder
New ways to set us free –
We dance away,
We smile away
From their promises of Eden.
Some say this ship is crazy;
Some say this ship is iost.
But the Lady Fair, who’s keeping us afloat,
Is still fairer than the most.
And while the full moon wanders
Above this ageless sea –
We dance away,
We smile away
From their promises of Eden.
The angel calling
It’s always like this –
Somebody puts some gunpowder into my brain,
Into my brain –
And then waits for the spark.
And I say to myself –
Come on now, do you really have to be that insane?
Be that insane –
Than off I go…
Suppose I was made of steel,
I’ll find myself a magnet,
And I’ll call it your name,
Call it your name
And then paint it bright;
And you’ll destroy me with light,
You’ll burn me to cinders with your hands on my wheel –
Your hands on my wheel;
And then off I’ll go.
All in all – it’s another step to heaven,
And in heaven it’s easy to see –
It was the angel, that’s calling me;
It was the angel, and I just did what he said;
It was the angel, and I’m satisfied;
It was the angel, and I cried and I cried,
And I tried and I tried,
And I can’t get you out of my head.
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Никита Рязанский
Никита Рязанский
Строил город, и ему не хватило гвоздя.
Никита Рязанский
Протянул ладони и увидел в них капли дождя;
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Оставил город и вышел в сад.
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Оставль старцe и учаше кто млад…
Святая София,
Узнав о нем, пришла к нему в дом;
Святая София
Искала его и нашла его под кустом;
Она крестила его
Соленым хлебом и горьким вином,
И они смеялись и молились вдвоем:
Смотри, Господи:
Крепость, и от крепости – страх,
И мы, Господи, дети, у Тебя в руках,
Научи нас видеть Тебя
За каждой бедой…
Прими, Господи, этот хлеб и вино,
Смотри, Господи, – вот мы уходим на дно;
Научи нас дышать под водой…
Девять тысяч церквей
Ждут Его, потому что Он должен спасти;