Ddt - Predchuvstvie Grazhdanskoj Vojny (inglês) Lyrics

When you stand by a hungry wall
When a noose shines in place of the sun
When you see night in your own eyes
When your hands are ready for peril
When birds are teething early in the spring
When a storm boils over the soul
When untruth croaks of betrayal
And brakes screech of love

When those, in whom you believed, have gone far away
And their movements cannot be perceived
And at a dank and ungodly hour some wretched scum
Engraves into your chest
The premonition of a civil war

When clouds are below the knees
When on the teeth are chunks of the tongue
When the nation votes for blood
When loneliness burns you down to a crisp
When the word “faith” feels like a knife
When books and bells melt
When suicide is the most honorable thing
When instead of rhythm there is only anxious trembling

And in a shining temple spirits of the saints
Are telling you that the church is not you
Why do you sing when instead of death
You have only obscene dreams?
The premonition of a civil war

When black wind tears at the sails
Light of projectors spits pain in the face
Revolution without victims is a worthless lie
Hear the bleating hearts of those who are fleas
When Nature bursts and boiling filth
Sets aflame the skies that are plummeting down
Anti-Utopia on a rusted horse
Will hide the graves, tired of waiting

When the word “music” is…
When the word “music” is…
Premonition