Пророк [Prorok] [English translation]

Human or God?

Devil or prophet?

Genius of dark predictions

Echo of prophetic dreams.

I would lie my face down the earth

For the hundreds of years,

Shackled by hatred to the heaven

And to myself.

I read on a maps of dreams

The time of wars, disasters.

And I appealed to the crowd

On the dirty squares.

But I was a prophet and a wizard,

And an actor for the people.

I saw the fear in their eyes –

The fear to recover their soul sight.

Heaven and Earth are created not by us.

We can’t change spent lives.

Tomorrow and yesterday are connected by centuries.

It should be as it was predetermined.

I’m alone forever.

Celestial gift is so cruel.

I was no sense to be born

At stormy night.

I would like to know only one thing.

Can the candle light like a sun

Appear in the world

Blinded by the darkness?

Let me be revived not from the fire

Let me be born from the water and the light

To live without pain and curses,

Not knowing about tomorrow.

To live not knowing other worlds.

To live and not to ask them for the answer.

I’m mad, let me go.

Let me, God, to be born again!

• Artist:Sergey Mavrin
• Album:Обратная сторона реальности (EP) - 2005