Вороньё

Вороньи  стаи  расселились  по планете.
Их  клёкот,  карканье  разносятся  повсюду
На  пир  торопятся  соратники  чумы
Но  чем  же  провинились мы - земные  люди?

А  вороньё  клубит,  раззявя  пасти
И  шумный  шорох  оставляют  крылья  вслед
Их  гнёзда  высь  чернят,  расставя  кляксы
На  куполах  небес  -  лазурном  полотне

Их пострелять когда-то всё же выйду,
Расправлюсь с ними- сил бы дали чуть
Те боги, что создали нашу землю:
Мне в том помогут? или...руки разведут.?.

Что  делать  и  как  быть  -  пока  не  знаем…
Лишь артистично воздыхаем, но,
увы и просто жуть:
В  сердца  нам  вогнаны  вороньи  клювы  -  жала
Сумеем  вынуть  их? 
попробуй, простой  люд.

И  веселится  братия  в  хмелю
Сгибает  плечи  гордый  человек,
Пригрев  под  сердцем  зависти змею,
Бредёт  из  года  в  год,  из  века  в  век

Молил 
кого? 
Искал   какое  небо?
Стремился  к  власти или брел 
к  беде
Катился  в  пропасть, 
угасал  в  стремнине
О боже  правый, людям помоги.
         


перевод под EDM:

The Raven Flock

[Intro]
(Dark minor pad, heavy sub;bass pulse, distant bird cries, metallic FX)
Crow flocks have spread across the whole wide Earth,
Their croaks and caws echo through every breath.
They rush to the feast, the plague’s dark allies,
But what have we, the earthbound people, done to deserve this?

[Verse 1]
The ravens swirl, their jaws wide open, raw and wild,
And the noisy rustle of their wings leaves a trail, a shroud.
Their nests stain the heights, spreading black like inked-out stains,
Across the domes of heaven — that azure canvas, torn and plain.

[Pre-Chorus]
(Snare rolls, rising reese bass, tension climbing)
I’ll go out one day and take a stand, I swear,
Take them down — if only the gods would grant me strength to dare.
The ones who shaped this Earth, who lit the stars above,
Will they help me now? Or will they just stand there, hands up?

[Chorus]
What should we do? We don’t know the way,
We sigh with grace, but deep inside, it’s pure dread, pure decay.
For in our hearts, the ravens’ beaks are driven deep like stings,
Can we pull them out? Try it, ordinary people, try to win.
Try to win…

[Verse 2]
And the brotherhood rejoices, drunk on chaos and the gloom,
While proud men’s shoulders bow beneath the weight of their own doom.
They warmed a serpent of envy close against their hearts to stay,
And wander year after year, from century to century, astray.

[Bridge]
(Break: kick drops, eerie reversed pads, vocal chop stutter)
Who did we pray to? What sky did we seek?
Did we chase power, or just stumble into grief?
We rolled into the abyss, fading in the rushing tide,
Oh, righteous God, please help the people, don’t let us slide.
Don’t let us slide…

(Drop: full beat returns, aggressive saw bass, layered perc, distorted vocal FX)

[Chorus]
What should we do? We don’t know the way,
We sigh with grace, but deep inside, it’s pure dread, pure decay.
For in our hearts, the ravens’ beaks are driven deep like stings,
Can we pull them out? Try it, ordinary people, try to win.

[Outro]
From age to age, the black flocks circle, never still,
The azure sky is stained, the air is cold and chill.
We beg for help, we search for light, but shadows grow so vast,
Oh, righteous God, don’t turn away — hold us fast.
Hold us fast…

(Fade with repeating vocal chop): “hold us fast… hold us fast…”