Текст песни
This is interpretation poem for my first book In English "The Adventures of Kesha the Russian Boy”. It’s my story about my childhood and coming of age, written from autobiographical material. Episode "2011. "In the submarine".
In English (interpretation by author):
Indeed, I'm killed: at night, a dirty street.
I realised – my time's not here nor now.
Blessings I send those bastards like a vow.
I look for feat.
I look for feat by broken awful path.
Without aim and task like brainless flood.
I'll give reply without silly blood.
My sun's in wrath.
My sun's in wrath but mind's my calm and chilled,
Without fear I'll reach this spot again,
Again if lose you – what would I say again?
"Indeed, I'm killed...”
