Kathaarsys - Anonymous Ballad (2009)

The jadedness of an epoch
The sorrow of the wounded fisherman
The darkness
For a moment you feel creative
And you expire… Открыть страницу с текстом

Hollow words
What were you expecting?
You now have the gift of mediocrity
Rotten clock of immensurable lost hours Открыть страницу с текстом

Awakens interest and expires clumsily amid grins
A certain poetry peeps through the ignorance of the death rattle
Elusive immensity in the distance
Shouting high plateau in the solitude

The groan is wounded and there is a certain resemblance
Today’s missed stupidity, tomorrow outlined ideas...
The dogged protractedness of the epoch

About an incomplete statistic
Paragraphs of notoriety are written
And fed on scoop

The morality of the ambiguous is reflected
Resemblance of death
So to say, the perfect contradiction of oneself Открыть страницу с текстом

Keeping it real , the farmer keeps ploughing the same field
There was a day when things made sense
In that very moment, the night recalled an evoking dusk

But it’s not worth too much remembrance
Not now or ever, will it make sense
Now, my dear friend, you are alone
And there’s no way back, and no tales on the road

The advent of madness or the foe’s rejection Открыть страницу с текстом

When I was young, the irony was grasped
Things were so for a reason


And for a reason were those illusions fake
Even today a certain distant resemblance is to be seen
Facing the undaunted corpse of childhood

We’ve made it here for something
that doesn’t reveal the slightest dreamy hint Открыть страницу с текстом