На море рыбка, но вода тверда,
Чем дольше умираю, тем верней жива,
Глюкоза
В занозах пчёл -
Их ран ищу ещё и мне сладка беда.
Мой поезд пятится вперёд и время - воск,
Я возвращаюсь, но себя не узнаю.
Глюкоза
В занозах ос,
Пою в глазах стрекоз любовью на износ.
В сумерках светла темнота,
Я уже не та, что была,
В сумерках темна белизна -
Но тверда вода.
Там за мёртвой рекой
Смерть гуляет с клюкой,
Но жива трава
Под её ногой.
И ты не сделаешь привычкою любовь -
Я далеко, и нелегко найти мой след,
Глюкоза
В занозах бед,
Смотрю на ос до слёз и гвозди их во мне.
Так уходи, оставь без жалости сей град,
Я ненавижу всё, что может быть моим,
Глюкоза -
И в ульях дым,
Хлеб плена горек, но свободы сладок яд!
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English translation of song Glucose (by Olga Arefieva)
Fish in the sea, but the water has turned solid,
The longer I am dying, the truer I am alive,
Glucose…
In the splinters of bees,
I seek their wounds,
Their sadness is sweet to me.
My train is backing forward,
And the time is like wax,
I am coming back, but can’t recognize myself.
Glucose…
In the splinters of bees,
I sing from the eyes of fireflies
With worn out love.
In the dusk the darkness is lighter…
I am not the same I was….
In the dusk the light is darker,
And the water is solid.
There beyond the dead river
The Death is walking with a cane,
But the grass is alive
Under her feet.
And you won’t make your love a habit.
I am so far, and who can find my trace?
Glucose…
In the splinters of sadness.
I look at bees till tears form,
And their nails dig into me.
So, go away, leave this place without pity.
I hate all that could have been mine.
Glucose…
Smoke is in the hives.
The bread of slaves is bitter,
But the poison of freedom is so sweet.
In the dusk the darkness is lighter,
I am not the same I was,
In the dusk the light is darker,
And the water is solid.
There beyond the dead river
The Death is walking with a cane,
But the grass is alive
Under her feet.
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My version #1 (April 25 2014):
Glucose (by Olga Arefieva)
Fish in the water, but the water tuned to stone,
The longer I am dying, the more I feel alive
Glucose -
The wounds of bees
I seek their pain, it feels so sweet to me
I am springing backwards, but the time has now froze
I have come back but cannot recognize myself,
Glucose –
This endless rove,
I sing through eyes of fireflies
My worn out love
Darkness and light fly to pass,
Darkness rubs as skin through a bone,
I am not the same as I was,
Water turns to stone.
Through the sands of dead sea
Death walks dragging its chain,
But the grass grows free
Under her cane.
And you will not make a habit of your love,
I am so far away, my trace is hard to find,
Glucose -
The bees are blind,
Smoke in their hives, their stings go through my heart.
So, go away, and leave this cruel place behind,
I hate everything in here that is still mine,
Glucose -
It is divine,
The wine of slaves is poison; poison of the free is wine.
Darkness and light fly to pass,
Darkness rubs as skin through a bone,
I am not the same as I was,
Water turns to stone.
Through the sands of dead sea
Death walks dragging its chain,
But the grass grows free
Under her cane.
