Текст песни pyrokinesis - Чёрное солнышко

Hiding behind a cloud, somewhere across the sky, rolling.
A small, brown ball, but a second sun has appeared.
And the first one next to it doesn't even seem hot.
Its seed fell once, long ago,
Right into the heart of a tulip field and grew from the flowers -
Woe in your face, glowing like nuclear mushrooms.

My black sun! Children of pills, children of advertising -
Seriously ill, we're rushing for the exit like a battering ram.
And there, the straight road leads to television screens, but with those
Who've been there long ago - the doctors can't cope!

And everyone has their own wound, and for some the sky is a mesh,
But for others, the seas are from a tap.
For some, there's no comet, for others, the screen is lit;
And for some, there's a coffin to beat; and for others, there's a car!

But don't doubt it, little brother; however, we are all fit,
To fertilize the earth equally, so that
And if the shutter clicks for the fifth time, we both understand,
Where the conversation is heading;

To what the sun's ball rolls, and with whom the horizon glances.
My soul is in no mood. Why did you come then?
But for a new grief, ready to receive you -
And my black sun will not release us from its fiery embrace!

It burns for us, there for the whole world;
And with it, a new dominant burns.
I thought it was just a dream, but suddenly -
My black sun has risen!

It burns for us, there for the whole world;
And with it, a new dominant burns.
I thought it was just a dream, but suddenly -
My black sun has risen!

It burns for us, there for the whole world;
And with it, a new dominant burns.
I thought it was just a dream, but suddenly -
My black sun has risen!

The roofs belched with people -
Under them I saw those for whom no one even cried.
And how many outlined bodies would have commented on them!
Imagine if the asphalt could talk?

And how many shattered against the concrete?
And how many tears were shed directly onto the sidewalk?
And what would it say in response? Well, basically, nothing.
Despite all that sadness, the asphalt has no emotions.

But then,
Some little man imagined himself defying the Gods.
He took art and a chisel and imbued cold, dead stone with feeling;
But for some reason, people behave like concrete.

They live, and everything seems to be drowning, gobbling, and ready for anything.
The stomach is not the head: it digests without knowing what it is. And there aren't even a million or two of us -
Look (there's a nuclear war inside everyone!)

Hiding itself behind a cloud - there, across the sky,
Somewhere a small, brown ball is rolling.
But a second sun has appeared - and the first
Next to it, it doesn't even seem hot.

Its seed fell long ago
Right into the heart of a tulip field -
And grew from the flowers, burning in your face;
And glows like nuclear mushrooms -

My black sun (Woah);
My black sun (Woah);
My black sun (Woah);
My black sun (Woah).

My black sun (Woah);
My black sun (Woah); My black sun (Wo-o-o-o);
My black sun (Wo-o-o-o).

It shines for us, there for the whole world to see;
And with it, a new dominant shines.
I thought it was just a dream, but suddenly -
My black sun has risen!

It shines for us, there for the whole world to see;
And with it, a new dominant shines.
I thought it was just a dream, but suddenly -
My black sun has risen!