Деревья Умирают Стоя - В Ожидании Грозы - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

If you have never seen our thunderstorms, you will never understand us. The abilities of our crazy souls to fall to the very bottom of the abyss, where all the laws of the universe lose their original meaning; And to rapid rise to prohibitive heights, where someone incomprehensibly great weaves the canvas of reality from the ruby tails of burning comets ...

At first, the sun is affectionate, like a kiss of a baby. From time to time, sunlight begins to block loose white clouds. Then there are more of them, they go astray in the company, until the next gust of wind finally forms them in huge pegia massifs. And they seem to lure due to the horizon that cast steel on the torn edges of the storm. Soon, flickering steel overlap the oblique curtains of heavy rains. With its approach, the thunderstorm begins to suck in sounds. All the sounds of a person’s presence disappear were the first to disappear: the noises of automobile engines on the road, the hum of invisible aerobes, wiping through the clouds to the airports ... Following the forest after them, and the field freezes ...

A terrible ash-yellow whirlpool is soundly raged overhead, gradually turning the spiral around the still invisible center. The bird nearby cries in fright! .. A rusty weather vane creaks piercingly, as if opening the door for rare but huge drops of warm rain ... And the rain will bring with it the smell of freshly conventional stone ... And then an unbearably long pause will come ...

The feeling of time appears only when you wait for something. There is something most important. Capable of changing all life once and for all. And, at the moment, this is the main thing - that arose for a moment in the center of the chaos reigning at the top, a rounded breakthrough, through which black bottomless cosmos and endlessly distant stars pulsing different colors are visible ... The only thing you really want at that moment is really is to be, this is Break your chest with your hands, tear out a still agonic heart, and with a wild enthusiastic cry to stretch it towards the first impact of lightning!

You do not think about death ... Fear and doubt are unknown to you ... You fiercely want to become involved in the surrounding your greatness. To become part of this indescribable power, creating and destroying worlds. Forces erasing the line between obvious and imaginary. The forces, manifested in the sweet taste of birch juice and the flicker of sapphire, created from a drop of fat venous blood for a fraction of a second, for the duration of its fall to the cool marble of the steps of the temple. Forces combining the responsibility of personal choice with an impulsive impulse of an angry crowd. To become this force, sacrificing his uniqueness for the glory of her madness. Everything else is so unimportant, so insignificant, so insulting logical for a true understanding of oneself ...

No ... If you have never seen our thunderstorm, you will never look into our souls. After all, you want this so ... Just think: are you really ready for this?!

Vadim Demchog, Ivan Okhlobystin.