Рыбка Карасик. - Монолог Смерти. - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

- Hello. Here I am. Why are you trembling? Are you afraid of me? This is the news. Didn't you call me for many days? Do not shake your head. I heard you. Do you think I don’t know that you came here every day and sat, as if in anticipation? Why are you silent? When you called, you were not so timid. You were angry, urging the most terrible curses on my head, you shouted, you threatened, you prayed, you cried. And now, when I came, you are silent. Are you afraid to repeat everything that you said in my face? And I thought you were brave, since I was so persistently called. But perhaps you just did not believe that I heard you that I would come?

Twist. Yes, not only you are tired. Yes, let me sit a little here, alone and shadow. You looked away again. You don't even want to look at me. You can not look. Yes, it’s better not to look. There are much more pleasant things in the world, only you are always fussing and cannot find a minute to look at them closer. Even when you understand this, you are just starting to run even more, instead of moderating the ardor on the contrary.

Oh, you are interested. This is good. Curiosity is drowned out by fear ...

No, you are not only interested. You look with pain and anger. And you blame me for the care of a person close to you. Now everything is clear to me. Did you call me to leave for him? Why are you sure what exactly is for him?

You don't understand. And you look as if I had taken it from you. Do you know how hard it is to work with death? Do you think I choose those who to take with me out of whim? Not at all. Someone from above sends me from above, or one of you forces you to come. Do you know how hard it is to be the only death in the whole world? On the account, every smallest share of a second. It seems that since the beginning of eternity I have been doing my work, but I have no shift, and I get only reproaches and curses. Am I poorly fulfilling my duties? Tell me, is that so? You are silent ...

But I have a name. Rather, once there was a name. But for so long no one called me by name that I myself forgot, what my name is. Do you think that the name does not mean anything, is it only that my position is death? But I can’t even leave this damned position a thousand times. Why? I don't know whose name to write a statement ...

Do you think you are alone? No. You never understand what it means to be alone. Somewhere in this world there will be at least one person who wants to help you, listen, give advice. And who will give advice to those whose position is death?

Do you know how I look? Do you think I'm a skeleton in a black mantle with a scythe in my hands? You have strange ideas about my appearance. Well, look, don't be afraid. You see, I have wings. So what, what are they black? But they are clean. Watch how feathers shine! Yes, I have a mantle with a hood. I also do not really like my uniform. Yes, I also have a braid. Only not the way you thought. The most ordinary human braid. A very convenient hairstyle for work.

Are you not afraid now? Why did you want to leave me again? Do you understand me? No, I can't take you with me. I was not sent for you. No, don't call. I’d better come to you for advice.