Николай Шабуневич - Стихи и лирика 2.0

The lonely sky over my head
blows all colours into bloody red
I can’t go further I can’t make a single step
Nothing to bother me is it a time to regret?

The rescue will come I don’t have a doubt
But when the lost would be founded out
I that tomorrow they will probably come
To find my body under snow blurred sun

Stand up, stand up and bang your drum,
Heart of the desperate mountain son
Stand up, stand up, and bang your drum,
at least you will die on the top.

The night passed away, but I’m still alive,
What has made me to wake up, well I don’t really mind,
The light is getting brighter, is it a time
To forget the weakness of all human kind?

The height of the loneliness
The Element-C
The mountain dominance
I’m down on my knees

I’ve had no news from you lately,
Heard you doing well somehow…
Write me back, I’m waiting badly —
I had plenty of time to get down.

I’ve had no news from you for a while,
Heard you had ripped all the notes…
Write me back, I’m waiting this time —
Seems okay cause it’s true for us both.

False tunes keep driving the blues,
Or no one and nothing as deaf as my muse?
False gods never true in their rules,
Or no one and nothing as warm as the booze?

I’ve had no news from you long ago,
Heard things don’t come easy for you…
But how are dare to stop all these songs,
Whenever the lyrics inside isn’t true.

In the case of the bad times,
Mistaken ideas and broken promises,
Peaceful stupidity – what can you find?

In the case of the bad times,
Sweaty outfit of stolen rhymes
Never fits and never combines

In a case of the bad times
All partitions are stuffed, and pockets
Are full and even by side. But why?

In a case of the bad times and
Desperate moments which can’t make
You stronger, what can you try?

Why are you going down?
Why are you going down?
Why are you going down, sugar?

Heavy toll As a tribute to the memory,
Like a tall post at the middle of a prairie
Stacks all dreams with the worst nightmares
Scary for those who have declined a dare,

Who have exchanged the fight for the prayer,
Under the pressure of imaginary player,
They’re so devoted to, they’re so afraid of.
Redemption is not escape, but just the day off.

When the rain falls down roads are getting wet
People get souse like they’re treading the deck
But there’s the one who’s dry, who seems to forget
That he’s a part of it, and should also be led.

He’s dammed for all life for making a bet that
the burns that he has are not from fire he’s spread
The scars that he has are not rom petting the rat
The Devil inside crumbles Lord in one’s head

Oh little sinner
Hit your sinner’s road
No more debts over here
No more bless no more

Hit your road sinner
Wherever you can run to, son
Pain is kind of the mirror
Of what your soul can ransom

Where are you going to hide, boy
If the sun decides to rise
Where are you going to draw joy
If there’re no deeds to earn pride

Where are you going to run to
If there is no way home
Where are you going to fly to
Being under the dome

What are you going to live for
From the birth which you’re bound to
The righteous or bible whore
In the end They have the same route

Break away
Anyway sometimes you’ve got to do that.
Pray for rain
To wash all your traces away.

Don’t be late
We have better stuff to mess about
Don’t look away
Accept that choice to save your face

Everything is a reason
everything is a motive
Your life is the fuckin prison,
your mind is a bloody key

Betray your fate
Be your own personal Jesus,
Don’t play the game
Which doesn’t have a winner.

Wisdom always comes from the misfortune
Freedom always used to have chains
Paybacks for someone turn out to be a torture
For the others vengeance is a kind of a grace

Kneeling down Crows in crowns
Tortured false of a fortunate louse
The seventh son of the break of dawn
Going round the gambling house

Send me back down to the Ekb town
For the rest in peace and fun

Thunder clouds over crumbled ground,
Dead-drunk clown staying down in the dumps
Screaming loud being blind and stunned
He is surely bound to die one more time

Hang in there. For me.
You my friend might know that
Getting on with a misery,
Can bring much more regrets.
Steps… I can here your steps
Downstairs. Are you still there?

Freedom isn’t cheap
Losses are to charge a debt.
No more hits and tricks,
The one to soar is the one who gets.
Breath… I can here your breath
Downstairs. Are you still there?

Why do we keep all that memories?
Why are we swept with recalls?
Why do focus on tragedies?
Cause we are depended on false

Watch me closer – only if you can
Watch me sober – while I am not dead
See me broken watch me begging
See me woken watch me heading
Watch me burning see me crying
Watch me moaning see me dying
See me blasting watch my fire
See me stunning with desires
Watch me braking with a hook
Watch me more…

Watch me woken which is likely live
Watch me spoken with the pretty lips
Watch me burning see me crying
Watch me moaning see me dying
See me blasting watch my fire
See me stunning with desires
See me broken watch me begging
See me woken watch me heading
Watch me braking with a hook
Watch me more…

Tired with all these what will you cry for?
For the restful death or something more?
Would you keep being if there’s nothing to be for?
Would you keep living, having no one to adore?

Tired with all these what will you try?
The monkey finger or the LSD ride?
You have to pick up, And the choice is tough
The love of your life or life of your love

Tired with all these who would you damn?
The Brown bear or your Uncle Sam?
What would you stay for or probably leave
Would you like to find nowhere to be?