Текст песни Лора Бочарова - Заратустра

I want to be your enemy
because I can’t become
even the dust of mountain roads
on the teeth of your slave.

The path of the prophet is known to three -
wind, God and death. With her
I wander through the night sands
calling out from the darkness of you
Zarathustra.

I'm tired like a mongrel, loving
your hands and blue staff.
Billions of lunar eras
me fly to your star.
I caress your brittle track
in Khorasan pink dew.
I am your enemy, student and god
and crosses are prepared for us
at Calvary.

My devotion longs to become
spearhead arrows in a white whistle.
My faith is a two-handed sword
this sword will go into your Adam's apple.
You are a breeder herd driver
gamma swastikas in the ancient Avesta.
I will be defeating you
interpreter of your books
white dervish.

I want to be your blood
and the sword that gave her the way.
A flock of wild dogs wrinkles feather grass,
completing the great race.

Hello, guardian of open doors!
I obey love and rock.
If I am not given to become you
give me your strength to be an enemy
Zarathustra.