T5 - ОЧАГ И САЛАМАНДРА - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Part 1

HEARTH AND SALAMANDER

Burning was a pleasure. It’s a special pleasure to see how fire devours things, how they turn black and change. The copper tip of the fire hose is clenched in his fists, a huge python spews a poisonous stream of kerosene onto the world, blood is pounding in his temples, and his hands seem like the hands of an outlandish conductor performing a symphony of fire and destruction, turning the torn, charred pages of history into ashes. A symbolic helmet, decorated with the number 451, is pulled low on his forehead, his eyes sparkle with an orange flame at the thought of what is about to happen: he presses the igniter - and the fire greedily rushes towards the house, painting the evening sky in crimson, yellow and black tones. He walks in a swarm of fiery red fireflies, and most of all he wants to do now what he so often amused himself with as a child - put a stick with a candy into the fire, while books, like doves, rustling their wings-pages, die on the porch and on the lawn in front of the house, they take off in a fiery whirlwind, and the wind, black with soot, carries them away.