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Back In The Saddle

I thought I've lost my grip forever,
But now I am complete.
They say: you must have listened better.
Get down on your feet!

Oh-oh x3

You can’t stop telling, how to carry the cross,
You break the idols with the violent force.
Burn the bloody words of the new declaration -
We are the Bannermen of lost generations.

You try to damage every permanent flow,
You keep on telling what to see, where to go.
Feel the raising power of the new constellation –

There's a story to tell
About a hobo who dwells
Under the skies of the children's nightmare
In the silence of his hidden lair.

He keeps himself under the ground,
So that noone could hear a sound.
Fresh meat is stuck in his black beard.

There's a crow above my temple,
There's a shadow in the sky.
Piercing eyes make me tremble,
And there is no place to hide.

Oh-oh...

There's a crow above my temple,

Declaration, contamination,
Laughing louder on the powder.
Inquisition, life admission -
Name is power, paying hour.

The word is free - you say to me,
A funny slave dancing on the grave.

Я втратив в просторі бідну душу мою,
Я намагаюся знайти дорогу назад до будинку.
Я збираюся убити час, збираюся ходити.
Блискучий місяць, світлофори, брудний грунт.

І ви дивитися мені йти по дорозі.

День у день вгору і вниз,

From the top of the mountain rocks are falling down,
Purple clouds are flying above the lonely town.
From the heart of the forest runs a burning tree,
Giant mushrooms are laughing at what they see.

Gandalf took the drug,
Gandalf took the drug,
The wizard wants to rock,

No, no, I don't need a permission to go straight on my way.
I feel too much opposition, so don't expect the fair play.

Oh, now I go to the bottom.
Nothing's really bad, when I go to the bottom.

Feel the grip that is trying to pull you out, threatening in shout: "Know your place, boy."
You can feel that here comes the pain, action is in vain; brother, find a toy.

Heading for Tomorrow

He took a deep breath, then he stepped outside –
The lonely guest at the scene of the crime.
A strangled voice in the back of the stage.
It kept on saying: It is never too late.

He was his right hand that was pulling the thread –

If you go down this road - the road of destiny,
You will find yourself in the throat of apathy.

Road will give you the sign and will soon bring you piece.
Everything declines in the sight of life desease.

Call me a hobo, call me a fool - there's no difference, indeed,
And, of course, no rules. No difference, indeed, and, of course, no rules.

In the darkness of the night
Waiting for the morning light;
Gritting of the rusty rails -
I'm going to jail.

Sullen furnace full of coal
That is darkening my soul.
Seven people round my head

Down the road,
Full of power,
Selling my soul
To the lord of speed in the final hour.

Steering wheel,
Rusty gears -
A ton of steel

Coming home in the frozen sunset, and I don't even know, what to do.
Someone smoking a strong cigarette, while the wind is passing me through.
Coming home all alone with a bottle of beer.
People think that I'm stoned, but I just feel good, my dear.

Sitting down with my pretty;
Feeling free, while I'm doing wrong.
Sitting down, have no pity

«Музыка Stoner Train представляет собой сочетание медвежьего вокала, при звуках которого плачут дети, суровой губной гармошки, напоминающей скрежет металла в кровавом бою, шаманских барабанов, которые порабощают ноги и задницы своим ритмом, а также пьянящей гитары, заставляющей выпить пару бутылок пива и пуститься в нескончаемый сатанинский пляс»

Two hundred boogie miles,
Growing beard, crazy smile.
Traffic lights are green,
The smell of gasoline.

Oh-Oh, I’ve got no money,
I’ve got no home.

When the sun took the place of the moon,
Right in front the local saloon
One mysterious man stopped his horse.

His sombrero was shining with gold,
But his glance was sharp and cold.
Fast like a snake he reached the doors.

Revolution on my Mind

I have locked my only door with a rusty chain
I’ve imprisoned every demon lurking in my brain
Surrender, my dear – they spoke to me
Surrender, my dear.

Ahh, revolution on my mind x2

In the depth of the waters that are washing the coast
Of the land, noone has ever seen
Rules the captain of pirates, who is dreadful as a ghost:
All that he wants - reveal the secrets of the sea.

Hey-hey-hey, Vessel flying on the wave
Oh-oh-oh, Straight into the rising dawn.

I have my reason
To escape this prison
Made of pure concrete.
Stoner train will take me far
To the land of fallen star.

Heard some cowboy stories
'Bout the southern quarries,

Мені потрібно випити, мені потрібно курити,
Я був далеко надто довго.
Падіння вниз, піднімається,
Спускаючись з річкою.
Падіння вниз, піднімається ...

Я тремчу.

Searching for more on the other side of the river,
Crawls the snake. Nothing can traverse it's way.
Noone knows, what could have caused such a fever,
Noone knows, what the desert has taken away.

Breaking the rules, it can crawl for a hundred of miles
Through the sands, under the heat of the sun.
Straight away from the fools, swiftly erasing the smiles.

A lot to show, but I'm sitting still.
Wanna follow the road up in the hills.
Pleased and tired of what we've done tonight.

A long-haired man - jamming on the stage.
Everybody around - breaking the cage.
We all feel, the way we choose is right.

Nothing's right, nothing's wrong.
Nothing's short, nothing's long.
Got no money in my bag,
Holding high my black flag.

There's a smile on my face
With no vision of the grace.
Nothing's funny, nothing's sad.

Hey, Fred, try to believe that night will never turn to day.
Plowing with your tractor in the field - the only reason you can stay
In the world of dirty tracks.

Tractor driver Fred, don't be upset.
Tractor driver Fred.

Hey, Fred, try to believe you keep on doing the best you can.

There's a house in the field that stands alone:
Two floors, rotten roof and the basement below.
If you get inside, you will learn, how to pray.
As you face one creature, you will say:

"What the fuck?"

Feel the trembling in your balls x3

The light of the burning cross over the wave –
It keeps calling me back from the social grave.
Turn around, heading to the new bounds,
Drifting with the flow.
I’m on my way.
We’re riding low.

The lines in the sands of the San Fran bay –