порой...

Мы ошибаемся порой
В оценке жизни скоротечной...
В ней разум наш, неистово - живой,
Является причиной огорчений
И искажений в жизни этой,
Где смысла нет, но лишь работа,
Когда отковывают как из стали
Остов души - немеркнущий клинок....
Так между строк прочесть могли бы
Как мы несчастливы и лживы:
И даже в зеркало, порою, смотрим
Умильнейше на облик свой,
что лишь мгновеньями наполнен
Открытой радостью и чуткой силой...
Актеры в жизни, среди близких-
Играем им отрывки из спектаклей,
Увы, никак понять не в силах
В чем содержанье сути жизни
Как нам,  неграмотным и глупым
В театре жизни -
            этой сцене:
                просто жить,
Пусть ошибаясь, спотыкаясь...
Даря себя другим
Как сделать раем жизнь свою,
И размести сомнений дым
Чуть приглушив, развеять стон,
Что рвётся к сердцу
               из глубин земли.

перевод под EDM:

The Flawed Light

[Intro]
(Dark atmospheric pad, slow pulse, subtle snare roll)
We make mistakes along the way,
Misreading life as it fades away.
Our mind, so frantic, fiercely alive,
Becomes the source of all our strife.

[Verse 1]
It twists the truth and bends the view,
In this life with no clear meaning—just the grind.
They forge the soul like steel in fire,
Shaping a blade that never tires.
A blade that glows without decay,
Through every storm, through every day.

[Pre-Chorus]
(Build-up: rising arp, layered chords, increasing velocity)
If we could read between the lines, we’d see
How broken and dishonest we can be.
Even when we gaze into the glass,
We smile so sweetly at the face we have.
A face that holds just fleeting sparks,
Moments of joy, of quiet strength, in the dark.

[Chorus]
We’re actors in this play we call our lives,
Performing scenes for those we hold most dear.
But we can’t grasp the core, the real design,
The hidden meaning hiding somewhere here.
Just simple folk, so lost and unsure,
On this stage of life, we stumble through the door.
To just live on—mistakes and all—
Giving pieces of our hearts to one and all.

[Verse 2]
How do we turn this world into a paradise?
By quieting the smoke of doubt, letting it dissolve.
And hush the moan that rises from the earth,
A cry from deep below, tearing at our worth.
Maybe the answer isn’t grand or high,
But in the way we choose to meet each day.

[Bridge]
(Break: kick drops, only ambient textures, vocal reverb, glitch FX)
Blind to the light, our windows boarded tight,
Stones block the doors, the paths are out of sight.
Secret wells are frozen, overgrown with time,
Rivers choked with silence, lost in the decline.
Time is whispering: stop and mend your ways,
Face the truth with courage, don’t look away.
Own your faults, pay the price with open hands,
There’s so much work to do across these lands.

(Drop: full beat returns with aggressive supersaw, sidechain pumping, layered percussion)

[Chorus]
We’re actors in this play we call our lives,
Performing scenes for those we hold most dear.
But we can’t grasp the core, the real design,
The hidden meaning hiding somewhere here.
Just simple folk, so lost and unsure,
On this stage of life, we stumble through the door.
To just live on—mistakes and all—
Giving pieces of our hearts to one and all.

[Outro]
So let’s keep walking, even if we fall,
With every step, we answer the call.
Our minds and hands are ready for the fight,
To build a light that burns so bright.
We’ll quiet doubt and let the shadows fade,
And live this life—no masks, no charade.

(Fade with repeating vocal chop): “live on… live on…”