Слышат слово
Руины дома
И в проёмах окон тень.
Счастья образ
И нежный голос
Ей так памятен.
Хрупкая жизнь развеяна, стала
Шуткою вечности; предрекала
Долгую радость без перемен,
Всё - под защитой этих стен.
Но теперь
Песни и смех здесь не звучат.
Выгорела свеча
Чьей-то судьбы, и в пламени
Скорчились все мечты.
Лишь сквозняки в доме
Пепел и пыль гонят.
Ухожу прочь
От этих стен в ночь,
Превозмочь не в силах грусть.
Небо знает,
Когда не станет
Ничего, ну так и пусть.
На просторе
Я упиваюсь волей.
Возьму своё –
Пока я жив, возможно всё.
The ruins of a house hear my word.
The shadow in the window opening still remembers
Someone's gentle voice and the image of happiness.
A fragile life was dispelled
And became a joke of eternity.
Long life was expected
Under the protection of these walls,
But songs and laughter
Don’t sound here anymore.
The candle of someone's fate burned out,
And all dreams have faded in the flame.
Only the wind drives ash and dust in this house.
I walk away,
Leaving sorrow and death within these walls.
Heaven knows when there is nothing left,
So be it.
In the meantime,
I breathe the night air
And revel in freedom;
I’m still alive.
Therefore, everything is still possible.
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Second-wave vibes but with a massive palette of sounds and approaches. There are bluesy solos, rifftastic grooves, and a wealth of blistering anticapitalist lyrics. This album is excellent. j-kep
supported by 5 fans who also own “Хрупкая жизнь (The Fragile Life)”
This album is incredible. A perfect embodiment of those northern winds piercing you to the heart. I'm convinced these riffs could move glaciers. 𝔅𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔰 ॐ 𝔄𝔟𝔶𝔰𝔰
The Indonesian act Kekal leaves no genre unturned, colliding black metal with industrial music with melodic post-rock on this stunning LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 25, 2023