Текст песни Касаткин А. - День чистого чума

DAY OF PURE PLAGUE

Like friday
The one that hides
Thursday
Before the Sabbath
At the door unnoticed
I'll slip out in the evening
Pluck a broom
Behind the hut
Mint and wormwood
Yes tryn grass shoot
What's on the night of the big moon
Bloomed
Gather in a bunch
I'll tie it with a string
I'll dip it in a stream
Here comes the broom
With that whisk
I'll sweep the shelves
Disheveled carpet
From all sides
Rubbish on the floor
The shadow in the corner
I will gather in a pile
I'll throw it out
This is a pure chum
It's time to clear your mind
Om mani padme hum
Muttering
Yes under the stars
Late night
Well water
Will turn
Will want to eat
Fly agaric picking
Two mushrooms
Or three
I'll sit on the threshold
Facing east
Wait for arrival on time
And dawn
Like a water jet
Will wash away dust and dirt
So Yarila yas
The mind will sweep away
Feelings colder
Thoughts are getting slower
Duma last
Will die away and behold

What will remain
If from the matrix
Suddenly yes I will succeed
Brazen escape
Know to many
To the saints and the poor
What's beyond the threshold
Words and deeds
The guard stood in place
I stopped thinking
And became transparent
From all sides
Into the palaces of God
It's easy to enter, but
Uninvited guests
They will take you out.
Will be taken out of the threshold
By the secret path
On the bridge over the river
Turn on the mind
There is a light in the heart
A slap on the back
Come back pier
Into the pure chum
So in eternity
In sweet carelessness
Destined to meet
You and me
In strange ways
Between the traps
I need to carry
Holy fire