Center of cyclone (BG)
Yesterday I drank, and was happy,
Today I go, being sick,
Oh, what you, mother – raw nature,
Is so pitiless with me?
I dreamed a dream that I was sober,
Angels sang in the heavens.
And I woke up in a black body,
Star stuck in the hair.
Mama was talking to me – fly a little below,
And I live in center of cyclone,
And up and down – to me all is one.
And people work for money,
They look out the window at the white light.
In our regiment – all are kamikazes,
Who's done all in time – the one is not here.
So let's say "Banzai", and God is with it, with a solid surface;
All what have passed – we will hand over into waste.
And we have here in center of cyclone,
Snow lions and complete calm.
Today I'm again happy,
And tomorrow I'm again sick,
For what, you, mother – raw nature,
Is so pitiless with me?
Come to your senses, mother – raw nature,
I'm nevertheless a native son to you!
Yesterday I drank, and was happy,
Today I go, being sick,
Oh, what you, mother – raw nature,
Is so pitiless with me?
I dreamed a dream that I was sober,
Angels sang in the heavens.
And I woke up in a black body,
Star stuck in the hair.
Mama was talking to me – fly a little below,
And I live in center of cyclone,
And up and down – to me all is one.
And people work for money,
They look out the window at the white light.
In our regiment – all are kamikazes,
Who's done all in time – the one is not here.
So let's say "Banzai", and God is with it, with a solid surface;
All what have passed – we will hand over into waste.
And we have here in center of cyclone,
Snow lions and complete calm.
Today I'm again happy,
And tomorrow I'm again sick,
For what, you, mother – raw nature,
Is so pitiless with me?
Come to your senses, mother – raw nature,
I'm nevertheless a native son to you!