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Niežyvaja Łileja
Sastyła... I pialoscie apała!
Junakami ŭcichamiryła pryć.
Paciakło, i ŭ kanavy papała,
Što prymusiła honar zhubić.
Moj zatchły sad,
Tajamnica, i pociemki dumaŭ-paloŭ!
Usiačysty brat,
Z dałoniaŭ maich liža boskuju kroŭ!
Ilsnicca... Vierahodna raspiataha brudnaja kroŭ.
Tajamnica... ty lileja, niavinnica miortvaja znoŭ!
Ty daruj... Pryhažosć pazbaŭlaje, spakojiu!
Chvalby... Płod atručany voźmieš z saboju.
A... Panaceja! Usich błudlivych apošni prasviet.
Niežyvaja lileja, jurlivasci čas - sakrament!
Pakutuješ, nie spicca...
Ty idzi, da niamoha i stałoha dniu.
Dosyć ciełu malicca...
Prapanuju sviatočnuju vyi piatlu!
Sastyła... I pialoscie apała!
Junakami ŭcichamiryła pryć.
Paciakło, i ŭ kanavy papała,
Što prymusiła honar zhubić.
I moj zatchły sad,
Prymie ciažkuju formu svincu.
Adviečny had
Voźmie vobraz padobny kalcu.
Iskrycca... Papiališča apošnich ekklezij-chlavoŭ.
Tajamnica... Ich lileja, niavinnica miertvaja znoŭ!
Ty daruj... Pryhažosć pazbaŭlaje, spakojiu!
Chvalby... Płod atručany voźmieš z saboju.
A... Panaceja! Usich błudlivych apošni prasviet.
Niežyvaja lileja, jurlivasci čas - sakrament!
Pakutuješ, nie spicca...
Ty idzi, da niamoha i stałoha dniu.
Dosyć ciełu malicca...
Prapanuju sviatočnuju vyi piatlu!
A Dead Lily
It turned cold and dropped down the petals…
It satisfied its lust by the young boys.
It fell down into the dirt of gutters.
It makes them lose honor.
My musty garden –
It is mysteries and twilights of thoughts.
The pure Brother licks the blood of God
From my hands.
Shines, the probably dirty blood of the crucified one.
Mystery! The lily is dead again.
Please forgive… but beauty always disturbs the peace.
Flattery… You’ll take the poisoned fruit away.
Panacea! The dead lily is the last hope of whores.
The time of lust has come – sacrament.
You suffer, you can’t sleep…
Go away, enough to pray!
I suggest you tighten the noose!
My musty garden will turn hard like lead.
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Žniec Časoŭ
Chej! Sprytny šery handlar!
Košt panskoha ubrania kaža chto haspadar!
Jon - heta rtutnaha šaru pačatak,
Viečny cykł! Były i stały,
Jon by boh... usie sbivajucca ŭ statak!
Małady! Svajmi dranymi ŭzorami zziaješ.
Na pakłon cišyni nas tajemna vitaješ!
Zmyvajuć! Horkim sokam zornuju kroŭ.
Zbivajuć! U snapy chvali ich hałasoŭ!
Znikajuć! Złodziei dapiśmiennych hadoŭ!
Nas tut pakidajuć, chvorych hinuć iznoŭ...
Chej! Na pakłon cišyni nas vitaješ!
Viečnym kruham były, i stały,
Nam svitanniem zazziaješ.
Ty by boh... usie zbivajucca ŭ statak!
Svietanosny! Irtuci šaru pačatak!
Chej! Sprytny šery handlar!
Košt panskoha ubrania kaža chto haspadar!
Zmyvajuć! Horkim sokam zornuju kroŭ.
Zbivajuć! U snapy chvali ich hałasoŭ!
Znikajuć! Złodziei dapiśmiennych časoŭ!
Nas tut pakidajuć, chvorych hinuć iŭnoŭ...
Ja иdu za taboju,
Moj daloki, žyvy pavadyr!
Šlach tvoj viečnaj piatloju
Biezdani nož, čorny vir!
The Cropper of Time
Hey! Artful gray marketer!
A cost of your dress defines who is a host here.
He is the beginning of mercury sphere,
Eternal cycle! Ancient and strong,
He is like a God… And everyone is gathering into the herd!
He is so young! He shines with his ragged weaves.
He secretly invites us to worship silence.
They wash away stellar blood by the juice of bitterness.
They harvest t waves of their voices into the shafts!
The villains of pre-writing times are disappearing!
They are leaving us to die again!
He is inviting us to worship the silence!
…by the Eternal circle! Ancient and strong,
You will shine for us like a dawn.
You’re like a God… And everyone is gathering into the herd!
Luminous! The beginning of Mercury Sphere!
I’m following you,
My distant but alive guide!
The path you lead like an eternal loop,
Abyss knife, black maelstrom!
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Kvołaje Dziva
Jaje chvoryja vočy nie ubačać ciabie,
Heta kvołaje dziva pavinna... pracuje.
I šanuje chviliny, nie škaduje jaje...
Novy spadar pa novu rabuje!
Usio sałodka navakoł, i vabić zastacca,
Biespakaranasć u pavietry, panuje!
Nadziejnasć carkvy pastułatam sałdata...
Dzie jany raspačali iłžyvuju rcy!
Chto hałoŭny złačynca, čy za imi raspłata?
Chto tavaram u hulnie, chto skvapnyja kupcy!?
Hladzi... My, i tyja siroty... padobnyja!
Nam pakutami žyć, my zaŭždy hrechanosnyja...
Na sutaniach tady sochnuć biełyja plamy,
Pakalečany los, dušy-jamy!
Biespakaranasć u pavietry, panuje!
Im sałodka navakoł, i vabić zastacca...
Novy spadar dy pa novu rabuje!
Miarzota z kryžom pačynaje kranacca!
Usio sałodka navakoł, i vabić zastacca,
Biespakaranasć u pavietry, panuje!
Što jon robić ujaŭlaješ sabie
Zrazumienniem istoty cnatlivaj.
Žachu, bolem z davieram carkvie,
I zabavaj jaje pažadlivaj...
Jak Nadziejnasć carkvy pastułatam sałdata...
Chto hałoŭny złačynca, čy za imi raspłata?
Hladzi... My, i tyja siroty... padobnyja!
Nam pakutami žyć, my zaŭždy hrechanosnyja...
Na sutaniach tady sochnuć biełyja plamy,
Pakalečany los, dušy-jamy!
A Frail Miracle
Her sore eyes will not see you,
Probably it a fragile miracle works.
Appreciate the moment, do not regret that...
There are the new host and the new rape.
All around are sweet and it beckons to stay,
The impunity reigns in the air!
Reliability of church with soldier postulate ...
They started here their false preachings!
Who is the main villain here? Will get they whether atonement?
Who is the commodity in this game and who are greedy merchants?
Look... We are those orphans... It seems like!
We are shall suffer, we are sinners eternally...
White spots are drying on the cassocks
Crippled destiny, souls are pits!
The impunity reigns in the air!
All around are sweet and it beckons to stay,
There are the new host and the new rape.
Abomination with the cross getting close to touching!
Can you imagine what he will do
considering the kid being a virgin?
With fear and pain, with trust to the church,
And with their horny fun...
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Mientalnaja Akupacyja
Ty nie ty!
Ty pamnožany tanny asobnik.
Z hałavoju, ale biez hałavy
Praz historyju ty vałačobnik.
Ty nie ty!
A majemasć viadomaha pana,
Dzie jaho pavady.
Adčuvaješ, što niešta schavana?
Nie jakija zdarenni, ni jakaja akaza.
Razumieć nie prymaješ - apanavała prakaza…
Na pałotniščach dum,
Na učynkach niadbałych,
Ad niamohłasci sum,
Ad hałou svaиch stałych…
Cehlany natoŭp -
Brudnaja šeraja masa.
Znikaješ u joj
Biez tvaru - pytannie pracesu i času.
Šłak krepić macniej,
Jon toje, što josć pamiž vami.
Ad pieršych ludziej –
Da apošnich, čto stanuć bahami.
Ty stvorany kłon!
Ciabie vychavała sistema.
Hliniany kom!
Pravobraz judoha Halema.
Novy dojlid parušyć kanony
I pa-novu kiruje ruku.
Iznovu zbudujuć zahony
Z vašych sloz – załatoha piasku.
Ad apošnich što stali bahami
I da pieršych ludziej.
Jany josć i ciapier pamiž nami
Šłak iny, jon jadnaje macniej.
I biez tvaru i času
Ty znikaješ u joj!
Taja brudnaja šeraja masa
Pahłynaje, zastyvaje z taboj!
Ty nie ty!
Ty pamnožany tanny asobnik.
Z hałavoju, ale biez hałavy
Praz historyju ty vałačobnik.
Ty nie ty!
A majemasć viadomaha pana,
Dzie jaho pavady.
Adčuvaješ, što niešta schavana?
Nie jakija zdarenni, ni jakaja akaza.
Razumieć nie prymaješ - apanavała prakaza…
Na pałotniščach dum,
Na učynkach niadbałych,
Ad niamohłasci sum,
Ad hałou svaich stałych…
Cehlany natoŭp -
Brudnaja šeraja masa.
Znikaješ u joj
Biez tvaru - pytannie pracesu i času.
Šłak krepić macniej,
Jon toje, što josć pamiž vami.
Ad pieršych ludziej –
Da apošnich, čto stanuć bahami.
Mental Occupation
You are not yourself!
You are the cheap reproduced copy.
You have a head, but you don’t have a consciousness.
You’re the wanderer throughout history.
You are not yourself!
You are the property of a famous host
That holds the reins on you.
Do you feel that something is hidden?
Any event and any chance…
You don’t want to understand…
On the canvas of thoughts,
With the negligent actions,
By the doom of powerlessness,
With retarded minds…
A monolith crowd –
Dirty gray mass.
You’ll get lost in, without a face.
That is a question of process and time!
A scum getting stronger,
It is what stands between us,
From the ancient ones
To the lasts who will turn into Gods.
You are the reproduced clone!
You were brought up by the system.
An earthen clod!
A prototype of Judaic Gollem.
The new architect breaks the canons
And provides nova control.
Will be built new paddocks
with your tears, on the golden sand.
From the last ones who tuned into the Gods
And to the ancient ones.
They stand between us now…
Another scum, it unites us together too strong!
And you are getting lost
In the dirty gray mass.
Without a face, without time…
It consumes you, it freezes with you…
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Zavajova Tronaŭ
Niechaj ŭschvalony
Usich mudrych kryvy, i ŭ pošukach šlach!
Chto byŭ naradžony?
Asudžany zhinuć, ale ŭ słavy promniach.
Čyj chałodny i zdarovy
Nieparušny rozum zachłynuŭ pustatu.
I z ahniu, i parody
Adčyniŭ hłybiniu, pakaryŭ vyšyniu.
Stały i chvory karol -
Dziadziniec čakaje...
Suchaja pałynnaja bol,
Opij sviadomasć zniščaje.
Atrutaj łasniacca dvary,
Čeladź zaŭziata hadaje
Nastupny chto prydzie siudy,
Rozumam usich zaŭładaje.
"Zamožnymi buduć sady!
Ja ŭsim asałod abiacaju!
Ja toj, chto vałodać siudy...
Iłžyva ŭsiamu prysiahaju!"
Prymi ŭsio
jak josć, i idzi!
My viedajem šlach svoj, jaho my trymajem!
Mnie svietam
ruch zor pakažy!
Nastupnym epocham jaho nahadajem!
"Ja iłžyva ŭsim prysiahaju!
I ja toj, chto vałodać siudy...
Usim svabod abiacaju,
Zamožnymi buduć sady!"
Im pustaja istota
Skroź balesny, i tonki efir…
Kali stračana ŭ pošukach pilnasć,
Da čaho heta ŭsio pryviadzie?
Niechaj ŭschvalony
Usich mudrych kryvy, i ŭ pošukach šlach!
Chto byŭ naradžony?
Asudžany zhinuć, ale ŭ słavy promniach.
Čyj chałodny i zdarovy
Nieparušny rozum zachłynuŭ pustatu.
I z ahniu, i parody
Adčyniŭ hłybiniu, pakaryŭ vyšyniu.
Stały i chvory karol -
Dziadziniec čakaje...
Suchaja pałynnaja bol,
Opij sviadomasć zniščaje.
Atrutaj łasniacca dvary,
Čeladź zaŭziata hadaje
Nastupny chto prydzie siudy,
Rozumam usich zaŭładaje.
"Zamožnymi buduć sady!
Ja ŭsim asałod abiacaju!
Ja toj, chto vałodać siudy...
Iłžyva ŭsiamu prysiahaju!"
Conquest of Thrones
Let them praise
All the wise men of the curve, who in search of a way!
Who was born?
Condemned to die but in the light of glory.
The cool and healthy indestructible mind
of whose got swept emptiness.
…From with fire, and from the rocks
Opened the depth and conquered the height.
An old and sick king -
The graveyard is waiting...
Dry sagebrush pain
Opium destroys consciousness.
A royal court with a smell of poison…
Servants zealously wonder for
The next one will come,
Who will get their minds?
And gardens will turn into foreign ones,
I promise all the sweetest pleasures!
I'm the one who must reign here...
I swear.” – it is the false vow.
Accept all
as it is, and go!
We know our way, we keep it!
Show us
The movement of the stars by the sparks!
We will remind it of the next era ones!
"I falsely swear everyone!
I'm the one who must reign here...
I promise all the sweetest pleasures!
And gardens will turn into foreign ones."
The void entity leads them path
Through the painful and slim either…
The work sets the course
And he is the guide.
How much cost to his disinclination?
Who is the victim, and where?
If you are lost in search of vigilance,
Where does all this lead?
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Chvory Šlub
Piescić noč uspaminy, chvaluje
Tvoj spakoj nadumienny, były.
Žach, by poŭnia, unočy kiruje,
Dziedam kvochča, chvarobaj... chiły.
Maładuju dačku za parohi,
U dom čužy vypravodziła noč.
Spusciŭsia tuman na pałohi,
I zyšoŭ razam z ciemienniu preč.
Prakažony - chvory duch, padniavolny...
Pierscień z miełu, stan z chałodnaj smały.
Syn rabyni, popieł vietru,
Miesiac novy, sierp małady.
I ja adziny zastaŭsia ŭ susviecie,
Ja josć siła, enierhija sviet!
Novym boham pa niebu ŭ karecie,
Mieryjady vynošvaju met...
Dziŭnaj piesniaj tabie ja naranku,
Krepki son tvoj, ja, scipły, žyvy.
Usiudy pobač, ja tut, biez ustanku.
Achviaruju ciabie... nazaŭždy!
Piescić noč uspaminy, chvaluje
Tvoj spakoj nadumienny, były.
Žach, by poŭnia, unočy kiruje,
Dziedam kvochča, chvarobaj... chiły.
Maładuju dačku za parohi,
U dom čužy vypravodziła noč.
Spusciŭsia tuman na pałohi,
I zyšoŭ razam z ciemienniu preč.
Prakažony - chvory duch, padniavolny...
Pierscień z miełu, stan z chałodnaj smały.
Syn rabyni, popieł vietru,
Miesiac novy, sierp małady.
The Leper Marriage
The night cherishes the memories, worries
Thy contrived rest, which was lost…
Horror… The full moon drives the night
By disease, by the grandfather’s wheezes.
The young daughter had got out of the thresholds,
to someone else's house.
Fog descended to the floors
and gone away with the shadows.
Leper - a sick spirit, bonded ...
Circle painted by chalk, an eye from cold resin.
The son of a slave, the ashes of the wind,
A new moon, a young crescent moon.
And I'm the only one, who stay here,
I’m the power, the energy of the world!
The new god in the sky in a carriage,
I keep myriads of purposes…
I am in the pretty song in the morning you hear,
I am your deep sleep, I'm strong and alive.
I close to you everywhere around, here I am, without fatigue.
I sacrifice you... forever!
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released September 30, 2018
Recorded Between June 2017/January 2018.
XXIII - Music, Instruments
XVI.X - Vocals, Lyrics
Cover illustration by Sasha Adamovich.
Designed by XXIII and Leiptrfar Art.
Layout by Leiptrfar Art.
