Душа самурая - меч [Dusha samuraya - mech] [English translation]

The samurai's soul's a sword,

The samurai's soul's a sword.

How the world is created for two moths is seen through the glass.

They still have enough pollen to pick on the flowers that quietly wait.

How 'bout you?

Do you need the pollen to go with the same desperation to live,

And to die in the open field view?

The samurai's soul's a sword,

The samurai's soul's a sword,

The samurai's soul's a sword,

The samurai's soul's a sword.

Is the violin out of tune, or the words are obscene? -

You don't hear them, you dream of something and wait...

However you're not Little Prince, nor Jinn, nor Ali Baba,

Your rage won't be able to break up the rock nor it will summon rain.

The samurai's soul's a sword,

The samurai's soul's a sword,

The samurai's soul's a sword,

The samurai's soul's a sword.

With darkness the night will repay all its debts,

And the trees will be standing on tiptoes to bring themselves close to the skies,

The languorous city is shaking from night prayer bell,

Ah, and no one will notice how miracles will come true.

The samurai's soul's a sword,

The samurai's soul's a sword,

The samurai's soul's a sword,

The samurai's soul's a sword.

• Artist:Piknik (Russia)
• Album:В руках великана 2019