Radio Silence It suddenly feels like a new year Like I'm a million miles away from here I can see some kind of light here Although I won't name it I want to talk about moonlight I want to talk about the wild child, you know That real wild one, dancing alone In the middle of the whirlpool Spinning tales about silence About radio silence About some kind of asylum In the middle of an empty field full of danger It's strange I don't feel like I'm a stranger I feel like I belong here I feel like I've been waiting for a long time And now I can tell you some stories Stories about the madmen Stories about the dream-child You know, that real wild one Who dance alone In the middle of the whirlpool And I can tell you about silence About radio silence About some kind of asylum In the middle of an empty field full of danger If you want it The postcard This is a postcard Saying I'm alright in this beautiful city This is a phone call Saying, yes, I am sleeping alone here But the telephone lines are cut My hands can't hold the paper You are on my mind Nobody knows your name here, Except when the moon is out And then they toss in their sleep Crying out for you to take them But me I cannot sleep, I cannot dream, My heart is shattered You are on my mind Once seven colors used to make a man blind And now we are like birds stuck in barbed wire Precise, like sunrise A child just like any other Made of the bones of the earth Fragile and deathless Yes, I'm alright I'm a church, And I'm burning down You are on my mind... The wind Your eyes are colored like wind The Wind from the northern sea A wave on the sand so clear Whoever got me that far must be laughing Alright, I can laugh as well So sweet is your touch May I never go free But I'm breaking away To return unbound And I hear the sound Behind my shoulder Like the shape of the swan, gliding And when the trees are bare There will be nowhere to return to But we stay, believing Your eyes are colored like wind Bringing incredible news I don't know if I'm ready, Does it matter? Whoever cut me that deep I love you And here I stand, transfixed Listening to the sound of the wind The time Sitting in a corner In my castle made of single-malt and smoke With all my friends around me And I love them "till I choke And I watch you dance with someone Someone not even there And you're simple as in sacrilege And you are pure as in player Somewhere there's a point of no resistance But we make sure there's no getting there And we're beautiful when we're animals But so easily scared And I cannot even talk to you Stricken down as a hunter to its prey Sliding down, down this hill of glass again And there's nothing I can say I guess it's just the time I guess it's just the time I guess it's just the time And I will see you when the time is over And then the northern wind calls And then curtains part And then the castle wall falls And there's an arrow in my heart There's only one way out of prison Which is to set your jailer free But then, it's just another bunch of pretty words That stand between the sailor and the sea So forgive me, though I know you never will Battered by your pride And so I'm locked again within these castle walls And you freeze alone outside I guess it's just the time I guess it's just the time I guess it's just the time And I will see you when the time is over Winter Now that the summer is gone Snow's on the ground I sought and I found I know what I found is true But the bitter gray sky Fades into silence Only the fire is left And some say it's not enough To carry us through Days of apple bloom white Silver and steel Tales of webs Spun around a careless heart I dream of the snow-white seagulls Crying to show me the way But I will stay here with you And nothing will ever come To tear us apart Look into my eyes sister No harm will come to you Look into my eyes sister No harm will come to you That voice again I hear that voice again I hear that voice again Seems so simple now Now that the sky is clear Maybe the road was tough But at last we're here I've nothing to hide from you Nothing to explain Just this vision of broken wing And the raven cries in pain I hear that voice again I hear that voice again If darkness surrounds you I'll be the fire To guard your sleep If there's nothing to stand on I will lay myself beneath your feet I will show the world to you And this world will have no stain Just hold me now Hold me close Don't let me go But close your eyes And look away I hear that voice again Молодые львы Когда в городе станет темно, Когда ветер дует с Невы, Екатерина смотрит в окно, За окном идут молодые львы. Они не знают, что значит "зима", Они танцуют, они свободны от наших потерь! И им нечего делать с собой сейчас, Они войдут, когда Екатерина откроет им дверь! А что нужно молодым львам? Что нужно молодым львам? Когда весь мир готовится лечь к их ногам, И им нечего делать сейчас! Но я не скажу им ни слова, Я не приму этот бой, потому что это не бой. Все равно, все, что сделано нами, останется светлым, Все равно, все, что было моим, возьмет себе кто-то другой! Так вот вкус наших побед, Вот зелень нашей травы... Екатерина смотрит в окно, За окном продолжают идти Молодые львы. Fields of my love Hello sweet victory So nice meeting you here Mmm, Mmm So strange when you think about it I never did anything out of my way I just strayed... Out in the fields of my love Out in the fields of my love Out in the fields of my love Well met and thank you I'm glad you taught me so well It was fun being around for a while So sad you have to stay here Or, can you spread out your wings and fly with me... Out in the fields of my love Out in the fields of my love Out in the fields of my love Death of King Arthur (Poem by Thomas Malory) Of Lancelot du Lake tell i no more But this by leave these ermytes seven. But still Kynge Arthur lieth there, and Quene Guenever, As I you newyn. And Monkes That are right of lore Who synge with moulded stewyn Ihesu, who hath woundes sore, Grant us the blyss of Heaven. Real slow today This is a dangerous tale Of oxygen and flame Tale of running away Nowhere to run All I can see is you Visions of water in the desert sun Stay... Things gonna get real slow today Things gonna get real slow today Takes one prisoner Takes one to show him the way Then comes this lesson in natural history And these ladies are laughing at me Can I join the fun? I know I'm haunted, keeps the flame bright I guess I can say I'm alright Just a burning arrow stuck in my heart Well, anyway... And some people say that We shouldn't cross this line But there is no line Only the sky I want to see you smile Want to feel us get up and fly Shouldn't we? Things gonna get real slow today Things gonna get real slow today Takes one prisoner Takes one to show him the way Then comes this lesson in natural history Mother This city is on fire tonight Sweet forest fire silent and unseen The sleepers awaken Your eyes are open I know you're smiling at me Some people say you're not here anymore But your trees stand proud And laugh and let them pass So mischievous and holy And this is a question I'll never want to ask There's a moon out there and she wants to be growing There's a river down here and she wants to go back to the sea I am your child, mother Crying to be consoled I recognize you now Do you recognize me? There's a part of me that wants to be silent Immersed in your movement Stung by your grace And here is your song, and I'll sing it I'm coming home I've never been away There's a moon out there and she wants to be growing There's a river down here and she wants to go back to the sea I am your child, mother Crying for you to console me Now that I know you Do you recognize me? There's a moon out here and she wants to be growing Here's a river down here and she wants to go back to the sea I am your child, mother Crying to be consoled Now that I know you Recognize me! Китай (А. Вертинский - Н. Гумилев) И вот мне приснилось что сердце мое не болит Оно колокольчик фарфоровый в желтом Китае На пагоде пестрой висит и тихонько звенит В эмалевом небе дразня журавлиные стаи И кроткая девушка в платье из красных шелков где золотом вышиты осы, цветы и драконы с поджатыми ножками тихо без мысли, без слов внимательно слушает тихие-тихие звоны