Dawdling in the cellar Whining on the dungeon step Underground dweller Hammers at the coal-flap
Catching the gnats Tearing off their opal wings Frightening the rats Wistful ghost sadly sings:
"Why no one ever peeps into this place? No one sweeps out the dusty staircase Many tricks i prepared Even walls will be scared Of my face! Why rusty lock doesn′t click anymore? No one opens the folding door Almost seventy years No man hears Bogie′s terrible roar!"
The banister has to retain Clammy scullion′s hand The eyes full of fear and his hair Funny standing on end And also these lovers that flew off without the pants It should be so scary to hear my scream In the height of erotic romance
"Nickering mad" "Shrieking demon in flame" So many baleful names I have had In the days of my fame
O-oh! Sweet shades of the past Making people aghast I was the maestro of fright New blazonry every night Incredible shows with infernal guffaws Horrifying... emotional sight!
Grating gabble of clock Broke the stately silence Points got to nibble the ultimate day Clank of sounding stroke Melted down the calmness My mission is done and it′s time for relay
So many radiant eyes A show that I can′t realize It has to be some spree For everyone but me
Thirty minutes of wait Sunk in shining impressions Why have I always neglected it all? At the end of my fate I′m still crowded with various questions How do I solve them before I will fall?
Too many smiles around Clue to this riddle I found Nobody cares of my personal grief Waiting for New Year′s Eve
Needless, outdated Feckless, antiquated I was welcomed like a king And left as a broken thing
Dying, desolated Doomed, alienated Sunny notes of Christmas waltz Were absolutely false
Gleeful crystalline voice of a holiday bell Was a prelude to forthcoming knell
November freeze Invaded the air Scratchy invisible breeze Prickles my shoulders and knees Trapping warmth everywhere
The spine cracked again A straw hat has slipped off my noodle But who the hell cares ... For my pain When even the sparrows disdain ... The bugbears
Ten years have passed Since I was created With tatters of mouldy bast Pulled on rotten chips of a mast In a garden located
A sack full of dust A Yule-log disfeatured with fire Two cans and a besom enlaced by the wire Corroded by venomous rust With a rag for attire
The coveys of migrants pass out of sight All gnawers are sleeping The lowering clouds devour the light In the soul of the lonely fright Leaving me deep in the night Along with my weeping
Friendless and reflective Monstrous and defective Broken and depressed Just a sickening cross between warder and jest
That′s who I am!
Humbled and dejected By the winterly thinking affected Bare and amusing Afflicted and musing inmate Dreaming to die in a grate
The morning lights Annealing eyes with cold A tempest rides Defiling skies like mould
I see a dream being wide-awake This world is running mad A crazy trick that I can′t take When limbo lies ahead
I see the Nile entombed in a hyaline case So clear as a heavenly blaze The hoary bodies of hippos froze in glaze Sphinxes surmount with lacteal bays Resignedly standing at gaze When croak of perishing toads expires in haze
Palm-trees have bowed to winds Falling to vitreous sands Wherries like pointed splints Stick out of stony bents
Does anyone retrieve a key? Which devilry we meet? Uncanny scenes have seemed to me And overturned my creed
At candlelight I′ve left the Buried Town My father has no might To keep me down
Some foreign scents Infesting clammy shade Induce me to repent Of my gambade
I′m not a creature - I′m a doll ...with cold synthetic heart... I′m not a living thing at all ...you′re just a piece of art... I′ve got a gear instead of soul
Within a bulb I have a matter that can feel The bitter truth that strikes me with dismay Mechanic system, which supposed to be ideal I′m just an ugly brat of lab assay
A youthful fellow humbly came into a flower store A present for a pretty girl is what he′s looking for He knows that she is wild about handsome yellow blooms How many roses in the room... That′s good one, he presumes
A yellow rose for Michelle A rose for Michelle We disagreed but now it has no sense A yellow rose for Michelle A rose for Michelle I know I′m wrong but give me one last chance I′ll never fail...
An undertaker′s car has stopped beside a flower store A bunch of roses for a girl that died the night before Her crying parents said that she adored some yellow plants There is a lot of stuff like that... Let′s buy it all at once!
A yellow rose for Michelle A rose for Michelle We disagreed but now it has no sense A yellow rose for Michelle A rose for Michelle I know I′m wrong but give me one last chance I′ll never fail... I′ll never fail... I′ll never fail... I′ll never fail!
Unending brakes All things around creep and fly The sun awakes Eroding black of morning sky
I feel its pounce on my back So gruesome! I need to find the very track That leads to home!
Strayed! I′m lost again Inside the backwoods of the sylvan maze I failed! It′s all in vain I guess I’ll never find my own trace My chest is melting in a squeeze My noodle is to bloat The foul stench of strawberries Incinerates my throat
My lovely vaults With mossy walls of soggy stones Droll somersaults Of tasty worms in mellow bones
The shady barrows where I grew Among the angels set in cry I want to get me there anew! Before I mummify!
Flowers The life is everywhere No any rotten dainty To fare
Hours Are melting thick and fast I need to get me out of here at last!
A sleepy loft attired in haze Subsiding in the maze Within a weedy bog Nocturnal flies knock on a pane A scintillating stain Embossed in lardy fog
Behind an aluminic hatch... Inside a shell Below a tumbledown thatch... In blinded cell An alchemist with paly face Surrenders to grief Fumbling a spiritless leaf:
All my efforts were in vain The dryads laugh at me again Again and again...
Hermetical orchard, I fathered a grain And now I′m tortured The sprouts were slain The kiss of a day as a pestilent bane Empoisoned my harvest again...
Inquiring mind , unfailing dash He was a perfect marvel at the age of three Confident lad , he was too brash When tried to rise above the natural decree:
Lode scobs for sound scapes Leaden blobs for mellow grapes Grey leaves came to life The trees got to thrive The master prevailed The elements failed
Another day he cracked a slot And let the sunlight see A steely flowerpot With an artificial tree
The nature didn′t take his thing Unreal plants were fried Once and again the man made beings But every time he cried:
Hermetical orchard, I fathered a grain And now I′m tortured The sprouts were slain The kiss of a day as a pestilent bane Empoisoned my harvest again...
You′ve done so much. So sick and tired… But nothing happened. You feel your time has passed in vain. It seems you′ve lost your star And broken all your weapons. You close your eyes to see the last dream...
And then you see the rain and know you can! You raise you head and make a step again. And then you see the rain. It′s not the end! You raise you head and make a step again.
Ten steps and more. The inner war between your hope and weakness. A lightning′s pulsing in your brain. Now you have found yourself and sun became your witness. You keep that vision in your mind.
And then you see the rain and know you can! You raise you head and make a step again. And then you see the rain. It′s not the end! You raise you head and make a step again.
Stay with me, stay with me forever. Burn with me. Burn in me...
And then you see the rain and know you can! You raise you head and make a step again. And then you see the rain. It′s not the end! You raise you head and make a step again.
Stay with me, stay with me forever. Burn with me. Burn in me...
So now I′m left alone Inside my dusky room The shades are slightly grown They grabble in the gloom
Glissading by the window-sill Suspiring in the nightly still They slowly ride the wooden floor Entrapping scents from outdoor
Fantastic shapes Are dancing on the velvet drapes Grimacing in the reel In endless fuss They silently discuss The secrets that I can′t reveal
But maybe they actually want to believe in The frail and illusory system they live in Maybe they think they are sovereign wights Being the echoes of lights
Lay your head on a feathery moss Freeze your mind and drown in doss See the places you have never been let the magic begin
Bountiful gilt Stained the green Never-ending wilt Covered the scene Fanciful shades Gathered on the glades Wheezy summertime slowly fades
Mummified grass Cloaked the lanes Faint ruddy brass Coloured the plains Deep in the haze A pristine race Is beginning to sing witching lays
Wonderful ballads are lugging away You won′t be back if you leave the way Sometimes a well-known voice can be heard in the choir From a nebulous mire Are they contented or just magnetized? Enfettered and still mesmerized
I see the border of the wild wood An endless raving tide Electric view from altitude The forest spreading far and wide
I′m staring on these discomposed seas Imbibing gummy smells The blankets rise above the trees Decolourising scenic dells
The labyrinth of lanes Among the galleries of meadows A charming outdoor museum The pathless rocky chains And sombre holts in shadows Magnetic visions from a predawn dream
II. Gnomes
Amid the stalks enamelled by a silver web Bestead by oaks drowsing in the nature′s lap I sop the motley chips of dreams they saw the night before I hear the pulsing flumps of the enormous wooden core
The labyrinth of lanes Among the galleries of meadows A charming outdoor museum The pathless rocky chains And sombre holts in shadows Magnetic visions from a predawn dream
Backwoods! Wicked and impious brats Always ambush here under the snags Deadwoods! Dire and ill silhouettes Prowling shadows of ogres or hags
Babbling the curses Invoking the fear Tapping the hearses So grim and severe They are blustering near!
III. Undines
Somnolent fall is performing its chime Boat-flies crawl in a slight pantomime Grasshopper′s viol is joining the glee Tracing a sweet melody Music sweeps over the quiescent pool Sated with odorous cool
Lanterns of glow-worms are wheeling so freely Choirs of crickets parade on a lily Night′s brimming over with wonderful theme Dying away in a hot lava stream
IV. Salamanders
Fiery limbo Perpetual crag slowly melts Giant rocks Are dissolving as jell Sulphury steam blows Cyclopean foundry smelts Ancient blocks In this kingdom of hell
Funnels and furrows Bottomless burrows Tireless belt draws ore out of mines Strings of the lorries Smoking quarries Tissue of channels portentously shines
Coalers Feed the mouth of blowing forge Boilers Disappear in smog they disgorge
Grasp kingly blaze Of azoic landscapes Feel your amaze See the fineness of shapes
The labyrinth of lanes Among the galleries of meadows A charming outdoor museum The pathless rocky chains And sombre holts in shadows Magnetic visions from a predawn dream
How many days have passed since That crazy summer day I haven’t seen your face so far… What’s up with you today? It seems like everything is wrong I cannot sleep at night And all I have is just… that void inside
Somebody help me to change what I’ve done I feel that time is against me I have no time Give a chance to explain it to everyone I know that time is against me I have no time
From early morning till late night My company is me I hate this place and even more I hate myself for being here If only I could say a word But you don’t give a try You didn’t come, you didn’t call… And no one tells me why…
Somebody help me to change what I’ve done I feel that time is against me I have no time Give a chance to explain it to everyone I know that time is against me I have no time
The countryside was left behind Some towers showed up The sleepy station heaved in sight My train came to a stop I take my bag and coat, I know it′s cold But I′m so happy to be here I hit the dusty ground and look around The dirty city′s roaring near
Let′s make some noise I′ll do my best in stirring up this hornets′ nest It′s time to go ahead and make a breakaway Let′s make it clear You may protest against an uninvited guest But no one cares of what you say It′s Sonny on his way
The lines of shining streets The crowds of running folks Wherever you may be You′ll hear a never-ending drone The pulse of urban beats Stone walls and giant blocks A place where you will never be alone I watch out carefully It′s not what I used to see The stone jungle full of threat My goal is somewhere near, I go without a fear I got a plan inside my head
The countryside is far away The towers rise a field The sleepy station lies behind New world is revealed I hold my bag and coat, I know it′s cold But I′m so happy to be here I walk the dusty ground and look around The city′s roaring near
Leaden sky, a snowy lane The dateless willows standing stripped Weeping cry of mourning train An angel′s waiting on the crypt
Goodbye, my little child A better world awaits you We′ve lost your shining smile We′ll always, always miss you Now lord is watching for a soul That left your flesh today Goodbye, my little child, and fly away…
Callow ghost fell out of shell A frightened girl in dead men′s land Faint shade of young Michelle The angel takes her lifeless hand
A crystal tear A crystal tear has fallen The gate is near The light of new asylum The angel leads the way Its wings are widely spread Farewell, you cannot stay New home lies ahead
Another day of shameful living′s coming to an end Twelve hours of jests and hurting words that Mickey′s used to stand A daily dose of cruel gibes, a sorrow′s set in emerald eyes Who the hell needs such a being when the dying looks so nice?
Pleasant smell of bubble bath Slow, slow, slow, slow down your breath Let the life flow out of veins Do you really think it’s gonna ease your pains?
A nagging hurt of dirty pranks is tearing her apart How could they all be so unkind and stab her in the heart? Sweet-scented foam is getting red while scarlet drops are dripping A final whiff of Mary Jane before a long and quiet sleeping
Pleasant smell of bubble bath Slow, slow, slow, slow down your breath Let the life flow out of veins Do you really think it’s gonna ease your pains?
"How could you be so unkind? How could you be so unkind? How could you all be so blind and make me live that way?!"
Pleasant smell of bubble bath Slow, slow, slow, slow down your breath Let the life flow out of veins Do you really think it’s gonna ease your pains?
This sunny morning looks so nice And all is so refreshing She hears the ticking of her clock No sign of past depression But yet she feels it′s not some stupid dream at all
And Snow White awakes And Snow White awakes Your soul is full of light You′ve found the heart you miss And Snow White awakes And Snow White awakes The sleeping belle revived Because of true love′s kiss
But not a day before... When all was painted in black She cried by nights and felt so weary And everything around seemed to be evil and unkind Her tired eyes were blind and blearing It′s odd to see the smile now in a looking glass
This sunny morning looks so nice And all is so amusing You see the things you never knew This world is so confusing... It feels like you become a freaky child again
A naughty boy, a pretty girl The coolest lad and prom night queen A sleepy town, a country school The cruelest place you’ve ever seen The signs of bars and traffic lights So where you think could all this happen?
Right! Just look outside Ain’t it the same street spreading far and wide? Just step outside And see this story with your own eyes
A cell, a flower store A field of graves… that’s something weird It may be strange, it may be odd Sometimes it’s hard to hold your tears It’s not a tale with elves and knights You almost know where it could happen
«More spite and love, less joy and laugh, This time it’s all a real life Frustrated plight, a suicide… No chance to wait for a happy ending»