Текст песни Ариэль - Анафема

ANATHEMA

You lie in Chile
As in a mass grave
Neruda was killed ...
Soldiers with weary hands
Suitable with artificial wreaths
The soldiers left your gate
Your arrest is over
yours won the round
The poet dies
Freedom has died
Freedom has died
The poet dies
You lie supine with flowers entwined
How Lorca lay young and murdered
Matilda is beautiful and straight
Pood tears bent to the body
Tyrants don't understand poets
When they understand then they kill
Olive Pablo with purple eyes
The only singer among the titled
You called for decks, for birthdays
Joint feasts, but separate deaths ...
Did you invite me to read the stadiums?
In all stadiums, prisoners are screaming!
The poet was killed, the great prisoner ...
You are the brothers of Neruda, clanging locks,
Put black ribbons on your lapels
Like the once red - partisan
A minute of silence?
A minute of anathema!
A minute of anathema
A minute of anathema
A minute of anathema
Will replace obituaries and epitaphs!

Anathema
you soldier's mafia
Anathema
Little escaped in foreign Ilyushin
Anathema
To my democratic illusions
To murderers poets by list, alphabetically -
Anathema, anathema, anathema
Let me go to the grave of Neruda
I will bring a handful of Russian soil and stay
I say goodbye, swallowing longing and shame
With the last poet of slain freedom
Let me go to the grave of Neruda
I will bring a handful of Russian soil and stay
I say goodbye, swallowing longing and shame
With the last poet of murdered freedom ...