Прекрасное Далёко [Beautiful Far Away] [Prekrasnoje Dalëko] [English translation]
Прекрасное Далёко [Beautiful Far Away] [Prekrasnoje Dalëko] [English translation]
The Beautiful Afar, don't be cruel to me
Don't be cruel to me, don't be cruel
From a clear headspring into the Beautiful Afar
I begin my journey into the Beautiful Afar
V1.
Helicopters are no longer flying
Magician (6) isn't seen in recent years
The Beautiful Afar, the Futile Afar
So faraway that it's never to be reached
At noisy parties
Ballerina on a music box reminds of unrealized dreams
Dahlia leaves wilt in an old vase
And your song reflects in a tear of sadness by every piano note
Glassy gaze, life like movie bloopers from a hundred to zero,
Spring is already more than thousand nights one after another
And it's doubtful you can once more let loose your childish giggle
And never again to meet Electronic (8) in techno
You are now a model, model that's discarded from a conveyor
Under the oppression of dust and weight of time
Adults are certain, drink, celebrate
Ahead is your Futile Afar
[Refrain]
The Beautiful Afar, futile and far
Senselessly cruel, forget the path
Without entry and exit, to Futile Afar
To Futile Afar you won't pass your way
V2.
Whether tidings, whether tale
Slaves of heart and captives of conscience
Contrary to reason and then,
Languishing stare fixed at a monitor,
Having understood nothing, like Neznaika (3)
Darkness without light like Danko (4)
There is no foothold and you're so alone
Like Moon in a sunny city
Fate has its own empire
Trust me, it will gift you a golden key (5) for you birthday
Start the motor on your train
And with sorrow crash into the wall at full speed
Dance until you get sick
And once more a line snort, look out of a window
There, a lonely sail gleams far away (7)
Year after year taking off into your Futile Afar
[Refrain]
The Beautiful Afar, futile and far
Senselessly cruel, forget the path
Without entry and exit, to Futile Afar
To Futile Afar you won't pass your way
Fate has its own empire
Trust me, it will gift you a golden key for you birthday
Start the motor on your train
And with sorrow crash into the wall at full speed
Dance until you get sick,
And once more a line snort, look out of a window
There, a lonely sail whitens far away
Year after year taking off into your Futile Afar
- Artist:Pyrokinesis