концерты ОА и Ковчега:
Olga Arefieva
Glucose
The fish is in the see but the water is hard
The longer I die the more certain I’m alive
Glucose
Is in the splinters of the bees
I seek for their wounds again and the sorrow is sweet for me
My train goes back and forward at the same time, and time is wax
I come back but I can not recognize myself
Glucose
Is in the splinters of the wasps
I sing in the eyes of the dragon-flies with love to be worn out
In the twilight the dark is light
I’m not the one I used to be
In the twilight the light is dark
But the water is hard.
Behind the dead river
The death walks with the crutch
But the grass under her feet is alive.
And you will not make a habit out of love
I’m far away and it’s difficult to find my trace
Glucose
Is in the splinters of the sorrows
I look at the wasps till the tears and their nails are inside me
So, go away, leave this town without regret
I hate everything that can be mine
Glucose -
And smoke in the hives,
The bread of captivity is bitter but the poison of freedom is sweet!
Translated by Lena Kalagina
LK: I’m mot sure whether Death is masculine or feminine in English. In Russian Death is feminine nowadays, but in old Russian Death was masculine. In this song Death is She.