I
Worry
Verse1:
Too Light To Call It Night
Too Late To Call It Day.
I Feel I Cannot Fight,
But I Can Run Away.
Chorus:
I Feel the Fear Rise
So Fast Inside My Soul.
I See the Widened Eyes
Of Those Who Lose Control. ( Who’ve Lost )
Verse2:
Too Scared To Make a Move,
Too Weak To Start a Fight.
You Never Need To Prove
That Might Is Always Right.
We’ve Got No Time To Lose,
Get Me a Loaded Gun.
I’ll Put It Straight To Use,
There’s Shooting To Be Done.
Chorus:
Verse3:
I Worry For the World That We Live In.
It’s Turning To Sheer Confusion.
I’m Fed Up With the Lies We Believe In.
It’s Time To Say Good-bye To Illusions.
Seeing No Star On The Black Sky,
Waiting For Death Just To Pass By.
Chorus:
Solo
Verse4:
I’m Sorry For the troubles I Gave You.
I’m Sorry If I Won’t Ever Save You.
There’s No Place Left For Tears,
We Are Getting Over the Fears.
We’re On the Road To Decision
Slowly Moving Out Of Nightmares Vision.
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I’ve Got
Enough
I’ve Got a Black Mark On My Face
I Can’t Feel Safe Behind The Door
I’ve Lost My Last Long Distance Race
I’m Crawling Breathless On the Floor.
I’ve Got a Hole In My Shoe,
And I’ve Got Nothing In My Head
I’ve Got a Girl, But She’s Not You
I Had a Friend, But Now He’s Dead.
I’ve Got Two Pictures On the Wall
That Mean a Lot To Only Me:
A Racer Riding For a Fall,
A Swimmer In a Stormy Sea.
I’ve Got a Letter In My Box,
It’s Sad Enough To Make Me Cry
I’ve Got One Key to Many Locks
Of Many Doors Not Worth a Try.
Chorus:
I’ve Got Enough.
I’ve Got Enough.
Enough.
I’ve Got the Music In My Ear
And In the Middle Of the Night
I’ve Got No Hope Left But Fear
While Waiting For the Morning Light.
I’ve Got One’s Hand Deep In My Pocket
To Keep the Score Of Money Earned
I’ve Got a Verse For One To Mock It
I’ve Got No Time To Have It Turned.
Chorus:
I’ve Got Enough.
I’ve Got Enough.
Enough.
Solo: Gena G#F#, Ivan G#F#.
Chorus Twice.
The Last
Day.
Lyrics by D. Tsepov, M. Tinigina
and John
Verse 1:
The Last Daybreak of Unprotected Lips,
Claustrophobia of Closed Eyes,
The Melody of Silver Flute Today
For the Last Time Sounds for Us.
We’re Recognized by the Sight of Hungry Veins
And the Crying Dead Birds in Our Private Space.
Nobody but White Hospital Walls
Will Remember the Pain in Our Face.
Verse 2:
The Last Touch of Your Tired Hands,
Like Hatred to Marble Dreams…
The Iron Sting of Cruel Glass Wasp
Trembles a Bit in Your Fingers…
Chorus:
Are You Ready?
I am
Are You Ready?
Are You Ready?
I’ll do it Myself!
Are You Ready?
Verse 3:
A Cold Rubber Tail of a Dead Snake
Clamps Instantly Above The Elbow.
Listen, like the Crystal of Falling Ampules Shakes
The Air and Beats the Rhythm of the Last Day.
The Day Goes Off & Night’ll Come,
Let Yo’ Terrible Faces Go Away.
Precipice is just Behind the Wood, We Run On the Edge,
One More Step… Good-Bye!
Chorus:
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All Rights Reserved.
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Time
To Die. (Evil)
Verse 1:
One Day You’re Working Like a Dog,
Another - Sleeping Like a Log,
And In Between You’re Eating On The Run.
No Time To Go For a Walk,
No Friend To Have a Real Talk,
And After All Your Life’s Not Full Of Fun.
Chorus 1:
There’s Nothing Left To Go On For,
Nobody’s Knocking On Your Door.
You Grow Old, Time Really Flies,
No Mercy In The Strangers’ Eyes.
Verse 2:
And Every Shelter’s Been Denied,
There is No Place For You To Hide,
And Consolation Seems Just To Have Died.
Some Dreams Are Staying On Your Mind,
The First One - Love, You Cannot Find,
All Those Who Said They Loved In Fact Just Lied.
Chorus 2:
There’s Nothing Left To Go On For,
Nobody’s Knocking On Your Door.
And Stone Hearts Don’t Ever Cry
When Time Runs Out, - People Die.
Verse 4:
The Rest Of Us Wait For The Day,
When All The Clouds Clear Away,
And Birds Will Sing Again High In The Sky.
It’s Up To You Which Way To Choose,
But You Should Know If You Lose,
No One Will Save You When It’s Time To Die.
©2001 Bestia Records.
All Rights Reserved.
To a Friend.
Mussa Jalil
Part I
Don’t Take it Hard, My Friend, This Too-soon Exit.
Immortal Life… Who Bought, Or Made a Deal?
You See, the Kind of Life a Fellow Chooses
Marks off His Years and on Them Sets Its Seal.
But Time Itself, Between Your Birth and Death,
Is Relative, an Aspect of Your Day.
Our Blood, Outpouring, Might Be a Beginning
Whose Deathless Wonder Time Shall Not Allay.
I Swore an Oath: I Swore I’d Give My Life For
My People, Country - All That They Imply!
For This, Though Years By Hundreds Lay Before You,
Now Wouldn’t Even You This Moment Die?
Through Night of Endless Dark, One Waits the Dawning:
So I, For News of Home, In This Grim Hell.
But If a Whisper Reach Me From My Birthland -
And I on Foreign Soil - What Strength Upwells!
Part II
To Save My Skin at the Expense of Honour:
No, Better Let Me Die! What Would Remain
Of Life Indeed, if Your Dear Motherland
Could Spit Right in Your Face - the Face of Cain?
Such “Happiness” as That, I Have No Need of.
Far Better, Death - No Wrong is Meant, I Swear.
But in My Homeland to Become a Stranger
So Even Water is Begrudged Me There!
Old Fellow, See, Our Life is the Minutest
Of Sparks - Our Undefeated Country is so Vast.
Like Sparks We Die, Go Out - From Death so Fearless
Will Blaze a Light Transcendent, Unsurpassed.
This Death Will Put Its Mark on Loyalty,
And as to Courage - All Our Land Will Know.
Dear Friend, and isn’t it the Culmination
Of Our Young Lives? There’ll be No Bigger Show.
If We’re Cut Down so Young, Like Growing Saplings,
Our Roots without Our People Still Will Grow.
And Youngsters Say: As Brave As That, That’s Something!
Death Must be Met by Everybody - SO!
October 1943, Translated
by Gladys Evans
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