Aquatic Pop – The Album 2003

1. Moon (The Becoming)

All concealed becomes revealed
As there is nothing to hide
Every face rises from mist
Don't call me soul, call me heart

All revealed becomes concealed
As there is no more to show
And as long as it's truth what you have said,
Don't call me heart, call me soul

2. Сонячний Шлях / Solveg

Ти прокинешся вранці,
Побачиш заспане сонце у вікні,
Я хотів би бути з Тобою в цей час.
Це найважчий день,
Як і вчора, і завтра, і завжди,
Охоронці сну залишили нас.

Що в імені мені Твоєму?
Чи даш опівдні затінок моїм очам,
Чи життєдайна сила спалить їх, як і щодня?
Коли вечір прийде,
Чи подарує сонце нагороду нам?
Крізь біль і сльози чи побачимо небо у вогнях?

Попереду нічого, тільки довгий сонячний шлях.

Що в імені мені Твоєму?
Одного ранку дикі сонця мене вб'ють,
Чи знатимеш, чиє ім'я завмерло на вустах?
Та що б не сталося потім,
І Ти, і я залишимось назавжди тут,
З'єднавши дні свої у наших іменах.

Saw the dawn - flickered,
Saw the day - frowned,
Saw the noon - went blind,
Saw the dusk glimmered.
Ми лише поглянули крізь довгий сонячний шлях.

*

You'll wake up in the morning
Through dusty window You will see the sleepy sun,
I'd like to be with You to spend these hours
This is the hardest day,
Like every day before and those that are to come,
Guardians of sleep have forsaken us.

What's there in Your name for me?
In the noon, will You cover my eyes,
Or will they burn to ashes in life-giving rays?
When the evening comes,
Will the sun award us before leaving the skies?
Through pain and tears, shall we see how their crimson fades?

There's nothing ahead, but the long solar way.

What's there in Your name for me?
One morning the wild hunt will come, and I will disappear,
And will You know whose name has faded on my lips?
Whatever would happen then,
To You and me, we are to stay forever here,
Bearing our names, where our days we have linked.

Saw the dawn - flickered,
Saw the day - frowned,
Saw the noon - went blind,
Saw the dusk glimmered.

We have just glimpsed through the long solar way.
Ми лише поглянули крізь довгий сонячний шлях.

3. Futuristic Manifest

"lovers come nowhere as love falls apart
in fallen disordered heart
lovers come nowhere as love fades away
tainting the newborn day"

The emptiness, perfect as mirror comes,
echoing, breathing
the silence of soundless soul sleeps
murmuring prayers.
Cosy halflight at dens,
corpse hidden in each,
maniac traces the rainy streets,
waiting the lord eraser,
inviting the lord eraser to arrive

everything's praying, love has passed, love is the past.
The Future is now.

4. Falk

One of those misty days
In the noon I had met
The one who formerly
Was my partner.

Town was preparing nightmares
In the white twilight air
And the blackness is held
By our ballroom.

We had seen As if now
Our shadows In arms
Of the charm in a dance
In old ballroom

We had met To revive
Our traces on the dancefloor
In the age Of antigravitational ballet

But Albine, Lisa's man
Did the worst that he can
He just wandered around me
And repeated:
Falk Falk Falk Falk Falk...
It wasn't the tragedy
But that irritated me
Or I was just confused by such a way of calling me
Falk Falk Falk Falk Falk...

And I asked What they'd done
And she said Quietly
"It couldn't be true That God led us To the ballroom"

5. Blue And Gold Seen

The screen of the wall, the top of the pops,
The winking angel from the distant shore,
The pearl drops, the coral fumes and decorative light of the moon.
The show goes on
The entrance is the sky
The dance begins, the ships arrive and pass by.
Lillies touch the boat, masks rise and fall
The earthly gold and gold divine both molten by the dusk
The crimson sky and violet waters still
Black to the blind.
The Serpent.

Midgard blooms, the kite in the skies
Surrounds the Earth and Neptune rises
In pearl drops, with coral fumes, in decorative light of the moon.
The angels wave,
The dancers bow to them,
The ballet of masks did save the world again.
Lillies touch the boat, masks rise and fall
The earthly gold and gold divine both molten by the dusk
The crimson sky and violet waters still
Black to the blind.

6. Gold (Human Performance)

Human performance
I don't know why,
Why should I sing?
Why should I try?
Why can't I perform with my breath, with my heartbeat - with it?

7. Solar Way

Watch the dawn - flicker
Watch the day - frown
Watch the noon - go blind,
Watch the dusk glimmers.
Long way,
Solar way to go

Saw the dawn - flickered
Saw the day - frowned
Saw the noon - went blind,
Saw the dusk glimmered.
Glimpsed
Through solar way to go

8. Лиза Хатифнатт (Lisa The Hatifattener)

Я видел, как Ты убегала из города,
Прося защиты у белой души,
И черные тоги бродячих богов
Взрезали Твои дорогие ножи.
Но за углом пылится заброшенный храм,
И храм называется Рыцарь Дорог,
Отдыхает, и даже Твое любопытство
Не пустит Тебя на порог.
В открытые настежь окна не сунешься,
Там нет ничего, что Ты могла б взять с собой,
Иначе узнают на кладбищах ужасы,
И в гости к Тебе соберутся толпой.

Лиза Хатифнатт - я пишу на заборах,
И учу детей, чтоб кричали Тебе,
К белым молниям за чертой города
Ты тянешь руки в немой мольбе.
В открытые настежь двери не сунешься,
Обходишь преграды, покорна судьбе,
Иначе узнают на кладбищах ужасы,
И в гости толпой соберутся к Тебе.

Ах, если бы в этот момент Тебя видели
Все, кто пытался спасти Твою жизнь,
Те, кто пытался найти Твое прошлое,
Те, кто кричал "Вернись".
В открытые настежь глаза не сунулась,
Рыцарю Дорог помахала платком,
Так и не знают на кладбищах ужасы,
И сладко спят под могильным холмом.

"Встань, живи и будь готов
Дождь гремит по медной крыше
Перед боем за любовь
Здесь короткое затишье
Отохни, ведь ты устал,
А в роскошной белой зале
Патанатом правит бал
Там правит бал"

9. Albin

Our world is nonsense, That's not even certain that it's real. That's the thing Falk said One single evening.
Girls are young and whitened Boys are lone and hidden, World of women turns Around the alien sun.
I searched for oddities And that night I'd found one, And I was nearly strangled By her tender fingers, And when she fled into the night, I was taken care of, And two large white moons lit us Sharing our touches and whispers. Pain is love She replied, And leaves fell in the stream From the sky.
We are young forever, We don't need each other, White power of winter Is taking over. Space is dark and distant, War roars beyond horizon, Where travel the lights From the alien sun.
I'd saved Lisa's life. I claimed her mine, By touching her shoulder I scared the beauty strangler. But before she ran away, She cried to Lisa with laughter "You have got the sad one", That was to me obscure. They all wait Bound with mystery And look while holding breath To the sky.
Days past unnoticed Time flew uncertainly "The game is over" Falk said one evening "The game was saving her life, The game was her care of you, We have got no bodies, We have got no passion, One day the war will be over, One day the warriors will return, They wait for them to fall From the sky".
Today I met them In the old dark ballroom, Falk was firm and rude to me As if he considered me rival.
That was obscure That was obscure That was obscure That was to me obscure.

Some Old And New 2001-2004

This Is Victory (Это победа)

On wings of freedom
We'll fly through the storms and become better
On hands of power
We'll carry our love out of the depth of fear
With breath of purity,
We'll melt the yesterday's life and summon summer
With voice like thunder
We'll loudly reply to the call of our blood, and cry out:

На крыльях вольных
Мы пролетим сквозь бури и станем лучше,
На руках сильных
Мы вынесем нашу любовь из пучины страха
Дыханьем чистым
Мы растопим вчерашнюю жизнь, и наступит лето
Голосом звонким
Мы громко ответим на зов нашей крови и крикнем:

Это победа!
Это ненависть, что глубокой горячей волной омывает горло,
Это победа!
Это песня, что будит любовь в душе, свою прелесть раскрыли цветы на лугах у моря.

Играя с ветром, на крыльях вольных
Мы пролетим сквозь свирепые бури и станем лучше,
На руках сильных, с тобою вместе
Мы вынесем нашу любовь из пучины страха
Ложный стыд отбросив, дыханьем чистым
Мы растопим вчерашнюю жизнь, и наступит лето
Голосом звонким, уставшим от шепота,
Мы громко ответим на зов нашей крови,
Глубоко вдохнем и вдвоем, как один, мы крикнем, что было сил:

Это победа!
Это ненависть, что глубокой горячей волной омывает горло,
Это победа!
Это песня, что будит любовь в душе, свою прелесть раскрыли цветы на лугах у моря.

Playing with air flows, on wings of freedom
We'll fly through the raging storms and become better
On hands of power, with you together,
We'll carry our love out of the depth of fear
Without the shame, with breath of purity,
We'll melt the yesterday's life and summon summer
With voice like thunder, tired of whispering,
We'll loudly reply to the call of our blood,
We'll take a deep breath and in couple as one we'll scream as loud as we can:

We'll become better,
We'll rise from fear
We'll melt the past life,
We'll take a deep breath,
And scream as loud as we can,
And scream as loud as we can,
And scream as loud as we can,
This Is The Victory!
This Is Hate, that washes our dry throats with the deep hot wave
This is the victory!
It's the song that awakens love in the soul, the flowers have revealed their charm
in the seaside meadows...

Black Soul's Diary

Let the blackness of my soul equate the darkness of the town below
Let the depth of my martyrdom equate the beauty's volume in the world

I am so convinced that matter's scorn and recoil,
And it's the only truth revealed
I am sure I'm the only one who deserves to know it,
And all the masters drown in filth.

Let the blackness of my soul equate the darkness of the town below
Let the depth of my martyrdom equate the beauty's volume in the world

I know my sins are the weapon against hypocrisy,
And all who say they're not are just afraid,
I am sure I am stronger than anyone
And all that's out of this world should be erased.
Performer is me
Performer is me
Performer is me
Performer is me

Let the blackness of my soul equate the darkness of the town below
Let the depth of my martyrdom equate the beauty's volume in the world

Little Black Owls Of The Soul

"Little black owls of the soul
The little black owls of our souls
The little black owls of our souls
Do howl, and do scream
The little black owls of our souls
Do scream and do howl
Hiding behind the trees
Hiding
And do the little black owls of our souls die?
No one will ever know
No one will ever see
But it's exactly known that they spiritually kill each other
Really?
Indeed they run across our solar ways
Howling and screaming
From darkwood"

Able To Listen

"I knew you would come again, the other you became,
I know your every face, I am lost.
The words of what you've done will live in me for years,
Until my power leaves me alone."

Стирач (The Lord Eraser)

Місяць заходить, темрява перед світанком,
Наше ліжко відбилось у незнаних донині очах,
Я не боюся, бо знаю, що йде тобі зміна,
В ім'я дощу, Господа Стирача.

Я відчуваю, як чара твоя відлітає
Іншим стає ніжний дотик до мого плеча,
І міняєшся ти, ніби місце для інших звільняєш,
В ім'я дощу, Господа Стирача.

Холод, тепло у чужому загиблому сні,
Наші міста порожніють, як мертва вода,
І часами я марю, що світ буде кращим за тебе,
В ім'я дощу, Господа Стирача.

They finally met the oppression,
And they were seduced to surrender,
And then the others came to replace them,
In the name of rain, the lord eraser.

*

"Moon setting, the darkness before the light,
At our wedding bed, the maiden of unknown stares,
I'm not afraid, I know your relieve has come to life,
In the name of rain, the lord who comes to erase.

Now I feel how your charm flies away,
The tender touch to my shoulder changes someway,
You shift your form, as if the place for her you freed
In the name of rain, the lord who comes to erase.

Coldness and warmth in the alien desolate dream,
Our cities empty like water flowing dead,
And sometimes I rave of the world being better than thou,
In the name of rain, the lord who comes to erase.

They finally met the oppression,
And they were seduced to surrender,
And then the others came to replace them,
In the name of rain, the lord eraser."

From The Night Plutonian Shore

For you, my sleep guardian, i'm writing these words,
For tonight is my final night.
And though you can't read them, at least i shall know that you're not feeling my fear.

Many years ago, i had put you away,
And now you've fled from nuclear mines.
And though i can't see you, at least i do know you're here, behind the curtain,
Blind, crippled, unwatchable.
Remembering me,
Becoming more personally engaged in having killed me.
No warriors could protect me, as my crimes cannot be borne any longer,
I am the queen of the night tribe, and my time is up, you're waiting, devoid of mind.
I shall not face you,
I shall flow out on poison waves,
I shall humiliate you again.
Good Night.

A Flower To Return

Take this flowers, Your Majesty, beauty for thee,
Eternally see,
All they are different, their number is six, and one shall be for me,
Maybe lucid one,
Or the tainted one,
Or the fake, as one of them is fake,
Any one, which you like least,
My beast,
One of them shall be returned to me
in the name of your

"life in the veil of light
we're alive with it"
golden puppet sings
for your only eyes

Keep all this flowers, Your Majesty, thine will I see,
Your will is your fate, And freedom for me,
As the flower
Will kill you, the flower which was to return,
As your golden puppet is driven by hate now,
The people will count the flowers to put on the grave now,
And to present for living, taking out one to return.

"life in the veil of light
we're alive with it"
golden puppet sings
not made for your eyes

"life in the veil of light
we're alive with it"
golden puppet sang
made by me for one who had given you

"life in the veil of light
we're alive with it"
now the hater sings
like the lover sang

"life in the veil of light
we're alive with it"
now the hater sings
like the lover sang

Saturn Stolen

Can it be? No, it can't be,
Saturn stolen from the planets' palace,
Not from that in sky encrypted,
but from one by dolls engraved
in stones from pyramids outscraped,
from temples of forbidden taken,
from the spheres of unknown bought,
from spirits scrounged, from numbers ripped out.

Alarm, alarm, Police of Dreams, awake,
investigate the crime of aeon, break that
walls that could hide
the thief within minds
find the stolen heart of wisdom.
Popularize the alpha waves, the psychedelic drones from hive extract
and let them fly without the barriers,
carrying elite warriors of rave.

From the drones raging,
From the nerves searching,
From the times ending,
From the walls destroyed by sonic waves,
To the stolen powers,
To the high towers,
Where the sisters lived,
And their name was 3 - 9 - 3.

Beauty Came

You're my tender sweetest nightmare
He wasn't to enslave you / You're running out to save her / She's running out to blame me / As you're my terror
Mummyfying the youth they've discovered the possibility of the reversed breathing - while expiring occurs, inspiring also begins simultaneously. This was called the inbreathing, and is the most recognisable way to the eternal life. While trying to represent the poetry of the everliving youth, one has to abstragise completely from social problems, as they are ridiculous compared to the eternal life; from questions of reproducing life and the subliminal fear of death, as the instinct of self-preservation is incompliant to the eternal life; from the experience aquired and the experience to come, as the experience and the flowing of time are nonsense to the eternal life; and direct oneself to the single being of the ever-living, ever-blooming, unchangeable, incomarable youth...
Beauty Came / It isn't always meant to die / To the eternal life
One to be lost / And rise to realize / The old race goes on, the new race dies / Death / The huge machines begin to trace / Death / Rise to be lost without a trace / Death.
You're my terror, sweetest nightmare. Beauty Came.

Ghost Of The Music (translation from ukrainian)

Wood / The cold forest surrounds body deep in the ground / Sleeps / The wild rave of bloom where the life was never ment to be / Scream / The quiet moan of blooming and rusty walls / Singing / In the green wires that shadow covers / Chimeric shadow of flowers and lianes / The chestnut daturas. / Wood / Forest searches the roots of these warm walls / Sleeps / Calls the flowers these that shadow covers / Scream / Screams of wonder in the trunks of trees of mine / Singing / Quiet singing from leaves that grows without me / On the walls in the plexus of the ghosts / And mist out of them grows. / Singing / Moan of the walls in a sleep while they are not quite in sleep yet / Scream / In the depth underground where the water never flows / Bloom covered the ancient city / Full of wild and possibly, fearful things, times long ago / The ghost of the music / Flew in the air and disappeared from sight...