We are tenderness with tiger claws and our joy with a touch of pain
It seems like a game, but according to the rules of battle, like freedom, but worse than bondage
Stroke with one hand, torture with the other under the mild whisper of the surf
They don’t know that tears will bring down the cold, muddy sea.
The firmament beneath your feet is actually not a firmament, but a swamp
It seems gold, but what lies behind ostentatious gilding?
"I do not want to die, draw me forever!" But there are only empty canvases around
And at least one sensible sketch or sketch -
But no one dares to pick up a brush,
The inspiration of lust is sold, and all the same encore ...
And still warm cold ...
Beware of the sages for the sake of wisdom, and friends drowning in flattery,
Go out into the streets with a humble fool, bow and go missing
They are in our cells and in DNA - they feel us, they hear us
They are in the food that we eat, and in the air we breathe
They are between the lines, in the headphones, and on the television screens.
We receive a signal - current is flowing, the membrane is trembling
We were watched from satellites, steel, cold looks
We have been taught not to think, and to consume everything that they gave us
They invaded our bodies and homes, our thoughts and our actions, catching our signals
But we disappeared from the radar.
Catch the wave - clear sound in the cacophony of Babylon
Catch the wave - the ocean is raging, and you are calm
Catch the wave - call letters of your native Zion
Catch the wave - you broadcast what you are tuned for.
