We wonder if there’s soul inside of us –

***

We wonder if there’s soul inside of us –

It’s such a waste ‘cos life is little worth,

We wonder if there’s really life on Mars,

But what’s the sense of it when there’s no life on Earth?

We concentrate on pupils, pages, screens

But never sink our teeth inside the core.

We change our mind as quickly as our skins,

We overfill our heads and ask for more.

We see our idols in somebody’s misty eyes

But never talk to them and let them die inside.

We’re used to call renouncement white lies,

We’re well prepared for war. But never fight.

***

Tired of sounds that grind our sores, tired of gloss on centerfolds,

Tired of grease and tired of dirt, tired of cold and tired of hot.

Tired of endless trance in clubs, tired of drunkards stuck in bars,

Tired of everything that’s gone. Twenty years. Still nothing’s done.

Tired of space and tired of stars, tired of roads and tired of cars,

Tired of thoughts I can’t regain, tired of dreams I don’t domain.

Tired of writings on my mirrors, tired of all long time dead heroes,

Tired of being accused, ashamed, misconceived, scared and afraid.

Tired of wounds and tired of scars, tired of questions about stars,

Tired of love, tired of affections, of perfection and defections,

Tired of promises they break; fame is nothing but a fake.

Tired of sadness, tired of fun. Twenty years. Still nothing’s done…

***

We still do not know

What we want to be,

And what should do best,

And who must set free.

Despite our eyes

Save a hint of a flash

Escaping the Moon

We convert into ash.

And gone with the wind

Over lakes full of blue

We fall disappointed

And never break through.

***

Prostration comes after frustration

When music seems to hurt the brain

You’re chased by childhood fascinations

But it brings nothing else but pain.

Our loneliness is everlasting,

It penetrates through gene by gene

And no demigods we trust in

Can slowdown the death-machine.

The weightless thoughts land on a meadow

Like scared flies before the storm.

And only shadow has no shadow,

And only fog has no form.

The fireworks in our eyes hurt them

And music seems to ruin the brain.

The show is over – drop the curtain

Because you’ve almost gone insane…

***

Don’t try to bury light before the dawn,

Don’t try to choose your way when road is dark,

Don’t think that everything is going wrong,

Don’t let your destiny depend on Lady Luck.

You can remember things that you forget,

One day you’ll see your friends that have been lost

And in your head there will be no place for regret,

You’ll whisper silently: “In God I trust”.

Don’t think that all the songs’ve been sung,

Don’t think that all the deeds’ve been done,

Don’t think that nothing new now can be found,

Don’t break the void but hark to its frail sound!

Your life is full of troubles and mistakes,

Week after week, year after year – it’s all the same.

Sometimes it seems that you can’t stand soul ache

And have no power to continue this strange game.

Your heart gets broken like a cut-glass cup

When someone hurts you with an imprudent word

Then you decide that it’s time to give up

Cruel life, cold people and the spareless world.

But something stops you, says that it’s not right

When little men in crowd submit to fright.

To leave can never work the problem out

‘Cos life like hands of clocks goes always round and round.

There’s only one thing to be deeply understood:

Life can do wrong. But death cannot do good.

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