Чужой - Вечность - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The play of light and darkness captivates the mind of a genius

Here, subtle matter disintegrates into quanta

It is impossible to stop the process, now I am once again shackled by the system's shackles

I will have to walk the edge a million more times

A justified risk

In search of my paradise, I have worn out thousands of biosuits

Reincarnation

I stand and sing the Akathist, you can't throw me down on the floor

The Last Judgment is like a quiz game

All life is a game

Only God can judge me, gangstar's paradise

My brain emits theta waves

Subtle vibrations

Transiting the galaxy, on a special mission

The balance of neurotransmitters is disrupted even in the womb

Half a step from genius to madness

Such a subtle gradation of dual reality

Again, enchanted by the beauty of illusion, I forget to wake up

God's Dream

As if I were waiting for a miraculous healing of consciousness

In reality, time flows through Fingers

Waste

The Higher Mind does not tolerate laziness and idleness

Here is a set of rules, eternal, fleeting concepts,

what was said before – forget, draw the path with your consciousness, kill the sadness within you, be terribly cold-blooded

Severity

Everyone is always one step away from death, but the path of its hero awaits at all times

Fortune

Cannot help but follow naturalness even if overwhelmed by perceptual patterns, once deprived of childish spontaneity

Energy seeks a way out, the power of the mind moves reality

Here you can press on to the end, because even a change of body will never stop you

New Body

In a gray concrete box, in dark rooms, the knowledge of life took place

In this proto-cyberpunk reality, there is nowhere to escape, consciousness is tightly compressed, life energy is doled out in portions, like pieces of bread in an Auschwitz camp with a ration card

Spiritual hunger has made us sick Internally, the scourge of civilization is sewn on the outside with glitter and luxury, but within lies rot and suffering.

Blackness only grows denser with each passing day, asserting its delusions, hammering thick bars into a zinc coffin. No one wants to see the personification of man today. Sleep, my dear, wash away your nightmares with your breath. At night, in the mirror, you see hypocrisy before yourself, for silent cowardice and indifference – a ticket to a couple of floors below, to the underworld.

In HELL

reality in the control of the unknown and secret, completely covered by a veil with ancient patterns on the omophorion, boundless knowledge.

In a magical trance, lines are written in runes, just as ligatures were once carved on wood.

Magic

helps along the way without time, no matter what segment you're in. Here, the shift in perception reaches its apogee and the system is visible from above. The crisis is obvious, an icebreaker will probably pass through an endless ocean.

If Will you be lucky?

Or will Pangea sink without a trace?

Game Over

The sheer volume of probabilities here makes even the supreme angel of fate spin the wheel of fortune with special care. Nothing is impossible if you're at the top.