*** The wind in the night has spread malicious wings Don't shout, it is only dust in the air It is only groan of a sad, tired planet Night behind a window, with no end no light Let time will split into hundreds of swords All scouts disappear by fires in the sky To stop this boredom, start shooting In a solar way let's our bridge will grow up Will grow up to infinite distances To eternal Gagarin falling among the stars Drink, cause today is a holiday on our street Break everything, cause nobody will stop you Burdensome dream almost destroyed by delirium Night behind a window, wind rescue my soul Secret doors are hidden in dark houses Future fear will destroy the melancholy Let coffins will fly above our peaceful banner Let Stones of Destiny will fall with full strength Centuries are dreams of the former generations Twisted smell from a petrol smoke of our love *** Illusion of colors Illusion of spaces Illusion of consciousness Green smell of grass Illusion of joys Illusion of entertainments Illusion of acts Green smell of grass Illusion of dream Illusion of rumour Illusion of hand of leg and of the head Illusion of hair Illusion of love Illusion of you Illusion of grass *** White sun above black water Black people on a white frost Fingers doubled up to a winter pattern Grey sky runs into ears - our militia protects us Let's polish somebody's face Let's grasp all money from all passers Let's weld a bucket of opiate Let's we in a state farm blow up an elevator - our militia protects us We shall lie down bones in the ground We shall fly to painted cosmos We shall do it on marble stairs We shall live in the hypercomplex world - our militia protects us *** Lenin was great and had no limit Lenin showed us the road to a dream When he has died, the ground was deserted And great melancholy have frozen Volga and Baikal It's gloomy from that time, Just a wind flying over fields And the impudent vicious enemy Enters to conversation And crying on the moon, In district wolves running And miner swears by chattering teeth When walking in a night With a knife and a cigarette When the rain sobs at disastrous places Then whisper the yesterday's newspaper And Lenin listens, and the fear disappears Wandering in the worlds of curling samsara And listening teeth gnashing motive, You will recall how you was knitted by hospital attendants And will recall who for ever has released you Lenin is great and has no limit He showed us the road to Communism As soon as he has died, the ground was deserted And great melancholy have frozen Volga and Baikal *** Mountains and stars Tender cats Wild hunter Dry savanna Leaves of magnolias Sounds and colors Rhythms of a fire Green waves Bright beads Hot dances Damp jungle Moon reflections Juicy grasses Secret tracks Branches and roots Waiting for partisans Branches and roots Are creations of the fog Illusive wood Is rain generation White sun Is flower of an orchid Grey stones in cloudless sky Flame of a sunset In silent radiant sea Flight of an antelope Smooth waves of far melodies Mountains and stars Waiting for partisans