More songs by Basta
Description
The red disc of the sun falls below the horizon as if someone had pulled the last warm stroke from the picture of the day. The city dons its mourning attire, darkness thickens in the corners, and somewhere out there, blood, war, good and evil are tangled into one endless knot. It sounds heavy, gloomy, but there is beauty in this heaviness: the cracks in the world glow like veins, and even if everything falls apart, the night knows how to bring dawn. The music is such that it seems as if the air itself is vibrating: thick, dark, but with the promise that morning will still dawn.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Красный диск снова скрылся во тьму, будто птицы зимой на юг.
Мой город напялил черный костюм, я топтал по ушедшему дню.
Тень за мной по пятам, значит, я не один.
Да, я сам не святой, но надо мной твой огонь.
Сияй, как день.
И треснул мир напополам, дымит разлом.
И льется кровь, идет война, добрался злом.
И меркнет свет в углах парок, летит узор.
По темным улицам летит ночной дозор.
Капли крови на мраморный пол при туманном кругу.
Тот, кто платит душой, все равно остается в долгу.
Ничто не вечно, у всех свой закат, у всего свой конец.
И только ночь, как бы темна она ни была, ее в конце поджидает рассвет.
И треснул мир напополам, дымит разлом.
И льется кровь, идет война, добрался злом.
И меркнет свет в углах парок, летит узор.
По темным улицам летит ночной дозор.
English translation
The red disk disappeared into the darkness again, like birds heading south in winter.
My city put on a black suit, I trampled on the bygone day.
The shadow is on my heels, which means I’m not alone.
Yes, I myself am not a saint, but your fire is above me.
Shine like day.
And the world cracked in half, the rift smokes.
And blood is shed, there is a war, evil has come.
And the light in the corners of the parks fades, the pattern flies.
The night watch flies through the dark streets.
Drops of blood on the marble floor in a foggy circle.
He who pays with his soul still remains in debt.
Nothing lasts forever, everyone has their decline, everything has its end.
And only the night, no matter how dark it may be, the dawn awaits it at the end.
And the world cracked in half, the rift smokes.
And blood is shed, there is a war, evil has come.
And the light in the corners of the parks fades, the pattern flies.
The night watch flies through the dark streets.