БГ - Ножи Бодхисаттвы - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

When I was preparing this program, I asked all my friends about what they would like to hear about the album. I asked because I sincerely cannot imagine that it is possible to talk about these nine songs that unexpectedly formed a story. For everyone, these songs will mean something different, which I will have no idea about. Everyone will think that this is exactly what the album is about, and no matter what I say, it will not affect a person’s opinion in any way - and thank God! All my life I have said, I say and will continue to say that our songs are a mirror in which everyone recognizes themselves and their lives.

And telling where, why and under what circumstances which song was written is, in my opinion, an absurd waste of time. I know for myself that Lennon once cryptically announced that he and Paul were thinking about bananas while writing the song “She’s Leaving Home.” No matter how I tried this information, I felt neither warm nor cold from it. I don't care what they were thinking, what matters to me is that when I listen to this song, I find myself in a place like no other, as if I was on a magical journey, and it teaches me something vitally important to me. Probably it just teaches you to see beauty and sets the level.

There are songs that take many years to write (like “Salt”), and there are those that come right away - as if in the excavations of some unknown civilization you find something, dig it up, clean it of dust, and in your hands you find something amazing work. It was as if this song had been waiting in the wings somewhere for centuries and suddenly fell right into my hands.

The knives of the Bodhisattva* are sharpened for use; there is no explanation for them.

The Bodhisattva's knives do the job silently, like snow.

Where there was a spring dawn, there is dust of desolation,

But the voice continues to sound as if we are still here.

We can't be found; There wasn't even a broken branch left.

We'll never be found. The reflections of the stars on the water showed the way.

The wind led us by the hand, but then the wind died down and there was no trace

No one can find it in the dark.

There is a name that one's breath does not dare touch -

Lighter than light; older than the beginning.

We walked along the last line, beyond which there was silence.

We are no more, but the name continues to sound.

* Bodhisattva's knife is a ritual knife digug, or cutter (Sanskrit kartika, Tib. gri gug), cutting off bad thoughts, ignorance and selfishness (symbolizes cutting off the three “root poisons” - ignorance, anger and attachment), it is a curved knife whose blade looks like a crescent or has a wave shape.

The most difficult song to record was “Knives of the Bodhisattva.” BG noted that he is still working on it, thinking about how else it can be arranged.

On this album it so happened that I wrote, from my point of view, some of the best songs of my entire life. The song “Knives of the Bodhisattva,” when the album was already released, we continued to work with it and continue to do so. I hear that she can go even further, I love her very much. Here, on this album, it turned out that I wrote, from my point of view, some of the best songs of my entire life. Well, let’s say, “Lights a Cigarette from Emptiness”, “Salt” is not bad, “Bird Crusade”. And “Song of the Unloved” is not as bad as it seems.