Shades cast by candlelight

Костёр горел ярко, и безлицые тени дрожали вокруг него,
изумлённо наблюдая весёлую игру огня. (М. Горький)

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Cold is what we only feel
While living in this world, so real.

We'll never get strong enough for this world.
Sorry but who can tell me, that I'm wrong?
Nothing depends on us, and blunt pain
Is the only thing that we bear and obey.

Guided by fate that will lead us 'till we die,
Blinded by hate for this life we can't deny.

So, what are we doing here
In this age of ignorance,
In this edge of broken glass
And concrete?
We guess
Our home is not this place,
Our time's already passed
But still we live

Not in human shape but in the form of shades!

We are not who we are,
We are shades cast by candlelight.
Can't you see us trembling on the wall? -
Our music flows as the candle slowly burns.

And nothing will get access
To disturb our loneliness,
To fulfill our colorless
Shape with light.
Mankind
Is obsessed by easy gain,
Is sentenced to wipe away
All the life

And to paint an urban sky with artificial stars!

Guided by fate that will lead us 'till we die,
Blinded by hate for this life we can't deny.

We are not who we are,
We are shades cast by candlelight.
Can't you see us trembling on the wall? -
Our tale goes on as the candle slowly burns.

Fire of candle... timid and short-lived.
So unprotected before any waft.
If it is blown out by treacherous wind
Then our tale will become an epitaph.