Fedor Pankratov

Shedding the tears, shedding armor
In front of those who are most dear.
The truths of trade, the tales of amour
Impale my heart with critics’ spear.

Stop right now, cease the time
Let the ocean wash its shores.
All alone with the sublime
Stuck inside these blessed four walls.

Однажды видел свет
В глазах твоих... ответ
Я ожидал тогда;
Ты не сказала да.

Claustrophobic, in confined room,
There’s no escape, that’s the new norm.
Feeling of fated, horrified doom
The mind shifts, ready to transform.

Listen to a tale of glory,
About passion & burnout.
My dear reader, don’t feel sorry.
Do what you must, or just get out.

Lyrics fly through my dizzy state,
No one enters the room I create.
Thoughts of past outlast ourselves,
We are drunk and somewhere else.

Seasons pass, an early grave
Waits for me ashore.
People tell me to behave...
How can they be so sure?

There and back, with feelings smoulder,
Covered in the dust of days
Though my spirit will not falter
My body plummets, disobeys.

Я еду в поезде куда-то
Сам не пойму зачем я тут.
Забрел я так далековато,
На самый маленький батут.

A vulture chewing up my heart
Until my body will depart.
Damnation in eternal fall,
How come do I deserve it all?

The vivid dream I had last night
Shrouded in mystery, quite dark.
Locked in a house, us & the fright.
Open your mind to see the mark.