Текст песни
Through zero…
through the rainbow light….
The middle of winter, the middle of fate
At the top of the parabola.
In the middle of zero, a clear day in January -
What will please me?
By being born again at the boundary of time
.. and the rainbows
.. footprints scattered along the dotted lines of the trail
.. to friends and foes.
Zero hours, zero minutes and seconds will erase
the watercolors of centuries,
and an electric octopus
drives the phase to zero into a snow-covered pond, closing the absurdity,
discharging the tension of December.
and I was born again on the border of time
by the infinity of years,
flying through zero by the unwinding of names
through the rainbow light.
At the end of January, I don't remember who I am,
but I know who we are,
because we have January at zero
– the middle of winter.
New Year in the middle of winter.
…
Somewhere over there, over the horizon, the new year is in the middle of winter.
Somewhere out there, behind the iron curtain, the new year is in the middle of winter.
New Year in the middle of winter.
New Year in the middle of winter.
New Year.
The middle of Winter.
