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концерты ОА и Ковчега: Olga Arefieva Glucose The fish is in the see but the water is hard The longer I die the more certain I'm alive Glucose Is in the splinters of the bees I seek for their wounds again and the sorrow is sweet for me My train goes back and forward at the same time, and time is wax I come back but I can not recognize myself Glucose Is in the splinters of the wasps I sing in the eyes of the dragon-flies with love to be worn out In the twilight the dark is light I'm not the one I used to be In the twilight the light is dark But the water is hard. Behind the dead river The death walks with the crutch But the grass under her feet is alive. And you will not make a habit out of love I'm far away and it's difficult to find my trace Glucose Is in the splinters of the sorrows I look at the wasps till the tears and their nails are inside me So, go away, leave this town without regret I hate everything that can be mine Glucose - And smoke in the hives, The bread of captivity is bitter but the poison of freedom is sweet! Translated by Lena Kalagina LK: I'm mot sure whether Death is masculine or feminine in English. In Russian Death is feminine nowadays, but in old Russian Death was masculine. In this song Death is She.
