Текст песни Ермен Анти - Бищара-рай

Sleep,
I had a dream again
In which I hung like an optimist
That always looks into the distance and knows ahead of time
What will happen in a year and what will never happen.

Peace,
A colorless gray world
Which is all inside, which is all in the brain
That come out of your ears and are torn to pieces
So that the memory disperses for a walk, for a walk in the cold.

Snow,
It's been snowing for a year.
Someone's shadow hung over my homeland.
And she has enemies. They said, I'm the main one,
And then you will be, and the troops will come for you.

Stink
The same evil stench -
And nothing to breathe, and nothing to surprise.
You can't catch two birds with one stone - you can shoot them:
Gifts will be waiting and the name day will continue.

For the joy of the idle,
In the name of ailments of the sick,
In the name of the absence of those who are not
Allow universal
Bishara-paradise!

Laughter,
Midnight wet laugh
In the transparent silence of dirty hospitals.
A saving injection will order you to live long.
The wet sheet shows traces of yesterday's expectations.

Fear,
Fear familiar from childhood
Thorny like life, pleasant like death.
Justified dreams, glass eyes
The last minutes are thundering with the horror of centuries.

Moment,
Frozen eternal moment.
Another saint with a broken head.
Blood flows from the temple like milk,
That voluntarily flows out of the mother's boobs.

Shame.
To those who know this shame
Let die funny and forever.
The last verses bit into the void
I hung around merrily and watched how wonderful everything was.

For the joy of the idle,
In the name of ailments of the sick,
In the name of the absence of those who are not
Allow universal
Bishara-paradise!

Sleep,
I had a dream again
In which I hung like an optimist
That always looks into the distance and knows in advance
What will happen in a year and what will never happen.