Девятибально [Devyatibal'no] [English translation]

It was a nine point scale storm, it reached everyone.

The stone in the heart has turned to anchor.

From the smokie corridors, which smell like ammonia -

I am triing to go up the Jacobs ladder.

To tell the God: "Father, I appreciate

and valuate every december I lived.

My concrete sky became endless and blue,

this love is making me powerful".

You hear the scream, you hear the call,

But you are used to live in the night dreams world.

There will come the day, there will come the time -

the Sun is with us!

The lights of lanterns will lead our way,

The rusty door hinges will sing our way.

To the place where frozen cities are waiting for us,

where the arteries of rivers are singing with crack of ice.

The (1)butterfly is not only a dexterous sharp knife,

But a caterpillar, that will someday become precious brooch

in the workshop Grand Heavenly Goldsmith.

I was given a single lyre to awaken the hearts.

The faith is dead without the actions, as well as actions lacking faith.

We were given a chance to escape out of filthy cages.

For those, who seek the light in dark dead ends of labirynth,

the marathon conceived, can suddenly turn out to be a sprint.

You hear the scream, you hear the call,

But you are used to live in the night dreams world.

There will come the day, there will come the time -

the Sun is with us!

The lights of lanterns will lead our way,

The rusty door hinges will sing our way.

To the place where frozen cities are waiting for us,

where the arteries of rivers are singing with crack of ice.

• Artist:25/17
• Album:Русский подорожник (2014)