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 Новый альбом лучшей группы Беларуси за 2001 год по опросам "М"-журнала. Определить стиль данного опуса очень сложно, ребята используют много составных частей разных стилистических направлений. Скорее всего это жеский трэш с гроулом и женским вокалом, сдобренный скрипкой и некоторыми инновационными для метала элементами, популярными в наше время. Лонгплей сыгран заметно лучше своего предшественника, The Unbroken, в техническом плане, стал более мелодичным, но в то же время сохранил свойственную вишэзам агрессию. Особенно хочется отметить явный прогресс вокалистки Алены Горных (которая, к сожалению, покинула коллектив после записи альбома), хотя ее роль на альбоме сведена к минимуму, т.е. преобладает вокал Дмитрия Басика, причем как гроул, так и чистый. За 6 лет работы с группой девушка довела свой довольно посредственный вокал практически до совершенства. Также порадовали тексты, ставшие более глубокими и разнообразными. В общем, прекрасный альбом для ценителей мелодичного, но жесткого метала. |
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I am your cherished dreams. Dreams that didn't come true.
I am your feelings trod. Your moan that was not heard.
Your will trapped inside of you.
Another wish - another cut. Feels like it's end but it's just start.
Another wish, another dream. Another "don't" to hollow scream.
Another eyes just looking nowhere.
[Chorus:]
Away, far away, far away there is somewhere.
Away, far away there's a dream, there is me.
I'm real, I can feel, just can feel there is someday.
When I, still alive, flying free wish to be...
I am your razor scars, your slashes left from bars,
Your knees that bleed from prayers - see me everywhere.
The preaching slap in face. Reproach, rebuke, disgrace.
I am all you want but do not dare.
[Chorus]
Live like others, love like others, do like others do.
See like others, be like others. Do, like others do...
[Chorus]
2. Lost Generation
[Lyrics by Dmitry Basik & Alex Vertel]
Let's go...
Sex, drugs, rock 'n roll. Born to trigger public toll,
I'm the one - one against all.
I live my own day, I walk my own way,
And I shout out loud my own call.
Out from Nowhere Land, straight to the dead end,
Right through the point of no return.
Fake's my past, got no name. Ain't no future, ain't no aim.
I've been lost since the day I was born.
In the world of lost illusions I was born for revolutions.
[Chorus:]
This is our new world, our life.
This is our own way, our drive.
This is our new point of destination.
This is world of the Lost Generation.
This is our free love, love for all.
This is our own rise, our fall.
This is our new point of destination.
This is world of the Lost Generation.
Bombs dropped for freedom's sake,
"True Belief" that one can't take,
Sacrifice our lives for breaking the score.
They shut the doors, they built the walls.
Shoot our sky with pollution balls.
And now they dare say we are even worse!
[Chorus.]
In the world of lost illusions I was born for revolutions.
[Chorus.]
3. Get Stripped!
[Lyrics by Dmitry Basik]
Born in sin - just come on in.
Let loose the demons from within.
Show me the you that no one knows,
Come on, let's see how far it goes!
You lick my skin until it bleeds,
Reveal the filth your body breeds,
Suck into me your horny seeds...
[Chorus:]
Get stripped! Roll over me,
Come taste my flesh your vicious way!
Get stripped! You turn me on,
You take me high until I'm done -
Get stripped!
Come, kiss the pulp of forbidden fruit.
The things we did, it's just prelude.
Let's make the love not seen before -
I'm sex machine, you be my whore!
You vamp me to your vile bed,
You shake me, make me hot and wet,
Caress me the way that will drive me mad...
[Chorus.]
Round and around, roll me round and round again
Hammer me down, up and down and down again.
Until I'm done.
The virtues of devil are in his lies.
Oh, so sweet you are. Oh, so hot you are.
Round and around, roll me round and round again
Hammer me down, up and down and down again.
Get stripped! Stripped! Stripped! Stripped!
Get stripped! Stripped! God damn stripped!
Get stripped! Stripped! Stripped! Stripped!
Get stripped! Stripped! Get you god damn stripped!
4. Hurt
[Lyrics by Dmitry Basik, Alex Vertel, Alena Gornyh]
I hide my shame in dusk of night,
That shelters me so lonely.
Why take me to the rays of light?
You know it hurts.
You cradle me in your embrace,
But I'm still cold and scared.
By demons of the past I'm chased
And they still hurt.
[Chorus:]
And I've lost the key from the real me,
Me that down I've trod.
Now it's me that screams and hurts.
Now it's me I hide down deep inside.
Me I would retain, real me that I have slain.
The me I've slain...
Why strip me just to see the scars?
You want to cut your own?
You want new day to come for us
To see me hurt?
Say you love me, say you will.
Lie to me, but say
'Bout love that I no longer feel.
And let it hurt.
[Chorus.]
And I don't believe that it will hurt when sun is shining.
And I just believe that hurt will go with raise of dawn.
I'll take your love, your love that I am still denying.
It will not hurt, it won't really be so wrong.
[Chorus.]
5. Requiem To Innocence
[Lyrics by Dmitry Basik]
Somewhere, joyfully a-rolling with a didn't-come-true dream,
Aboard the paper ship a-sailing [with] drying out wishes stream,
Flying on the wings of melody of timid first slow dance,
Lives in mind's gloomy corner shadow of the Innocence.
It's the first strokes of red paint on the canvas then still white,
It's the images a-shaping into the alluring sight,
It's the touch to bud of rose that hasn't bloomed seducing grace,
It's the thrill of first temptation, fever of the first embrace.
[Chorus:]
(After the ball is over, after the break of morn,
After the dancers' leaving, after the stars are gone;)
Many a heart is aching, if you could read them all;
Many the hopes that have vanished, after the ball.
It's intoxicating flavor of the still forbidden fruit,
It's the childish glance that somehow turned to passionate and lewd,
It's the fingers stretched to fire, seeking warmth and burnt so soon,
It's the lullaby of hopes that started ringing out of tune.
It's not healing scars on veins left by first love gone for good,
It's the desperate silence screaming that was never understood.
It's the feelings, naked feelings - raped, abused and tread to dust,
It's the virginity you've lost just for the sake of being loved at last...
[Chorus.]
6. Messiah... Isn't It Me?
[Lyrics by Dmitry Basik & Alex Vertel]
Hailed... Failed... Jailed... Nailed...
So, going down again with all your life in vain,
But "blessed are you who mourn" - does not it ease your pain?
You tell me who's to blame? Who's that one to shame?
Found the one in mirror? Oh, it looks so lame!
Who told you "Sacrifice!"? (I think it sounds like good advice)
So tell me where are those the virtuous? Hiding from your eyes!
No one to suffer with? But know that suffering is bliss!
You are the "righteous" tag on punching beg - I love the way it is!
And when they beat - you deserve it,
(The) way they treat - you should love it,
(And) when they twit - you should know it's right.
They seal you from the tempting wishes,
Heal you from the thoughts so vicious,
Peel you till you're clean to guide to Light -
Messiah be your Guide!
[Chorus:]
And you hate what you've got and you love what you've lost,
And you hope you do right but too high is the cost.
And you pray for this cup to be taken from you,
But it's yours - drink it up, ain't you longing to?
Messiah died for you!
But wasn't it me who taught you wisdom they're sweetly calling "sin"?
I did not promise Heaven's Kingdom but gave you everything...
The One they blame for the wrongs they do,
I am the Evil that always does Good!
Just like a snake I crept in your bed, made you feel the flame you'd never had.
I made you dare the things you never would, I made you feel beloved and understood.
I made you wish... you wished - you got. Now, will you tell me that you loved me not?
I let you be, I made you see - so, tell me who's Messiah if not Me?
And when they beat - you deserve it,
(The) way they treat - you should love it,
(And) when they twit - you should know it's right.
They seal you from the tempting wishes,
Heal you from the thoughts so vicious,
Peel you till you're clean to guide to Light -
Messiah be your Guide!
[Chorus.]
One and two, two and three... telling "A" you tell me "B",
Three and four, four and five... what you wish the most in life?
Six and seven, seven - eight... hurry up, don't make me wait,
Eight and nine, nine - ten... if answer's wrong - we'll start again!
Father, why me? Why has it to be? Did You know? Did You see? Sacrifice me!
Why am I the one? Chosen - Your own Son. Why shall it be done? Crucify me, Father!
Sins my blood atoned... Hearts my love unstoned...
Faith (I brought) they owed... Sanctify me!
Father, why me? Why has it to be? You did know! You did see!
Why have You forsaken me?!
7. Let It Burn
[Lyrics by Dmitry Basik]
Did you see the rays of light? Light turning black to white.
Or did you keep your eyes still closed, looking your own way?
Did you hear the tolling bell when heavens turned to hell?
Or did you keep your ears closed living your own day?
Did you scent the smell of flame? Or did it smell the same
With the scent of your daydreaming, sweet illusions guile?
Did you taste the taste of hope that turned to hangman's rope?
Or did you keep your lips still closed in a foolish smile?
[Chorus:]
And I tried to scream and cry - you wouldn't listen, not listen.
And I tried to wonder why - I got no reason, no reason.
And I tried to understand it was not season, my season.
So I've torn out burning heart to see it freezing...
Oh, let it burn, let it burn! Burn for ages.
Oh let it turn, let it turn, turn to ashes.
Now, when it's gone - no return, nothing matters.
Oh, let it burn, let it burn while the world is turning on.
Did you cry when world crashed down? Or were you not around?
With the feelings locked in prison, in your own cell.
Did you care, just ever care? Or you just stood and stared,
Hiding from your own reflection, from your own self.
[Chorus.]
The world is turning and so my heart is burning.
So, tell me should I try?
Forever strangers, oh will I understand you
With all your reasons why?
[Chorus]
Did you ever cry when I cried, when I cried?
Did you ever stay by me side, by my side?
Did you ever feel what I felt when it died?
Did you ever care? Did you dare? Or you lied?
Just being on the other side...
8. Dancing On The Ledge
[Lyrics by Dmitry Basik & Alena Gornyh]
If you see me dead blind, if you find me insane,
Wildly dancing on ledge of the house in flame.
Will you stay next to me when there's no one around?
Will you dance by my side when the ledge crashes down?
Why have we ever been there? Lent to each other's embrace,
Just helpless puppets we've been dragged from quite different plays.
When she looked deep - he looked high... them someone tried to unite.
Two blind birds in the sky told they would see the sun light.
So close and so strange, so far and so dear,
Too false to be true, so wrong to be real.
Why did we say? Why did we pray each other
Fly, fly Bonny!
Together apart, with the love we would treat,
Or was it the love that deserved to be bred?
To hear it sound, hear it resound to us
Die, die Bonny!
[Chorus:]
Dancing on the ledge
Like dancing on the ledge
Did not we know from the start? Who did we try to deceive?
Or did we cherish that hope? Say, did we really believe?
Say we would need it so much just having nothing to choose...
...It was so easy to dream when we had nothing to lose.
Too false to be true while being so real,
Too far and so close while feeling so weird,
Why did we say? Why did we pray each other
Fly, fly, Bonny!
But losing it all, will we ever regret?
Losing that "something" we never had.
Can hear it sound, hear it resound to us
Die, die Bonny!
[Chorus.]
Say, will you be there when the ledge crashes down?
Dancing with me till we fall to the ground?
Will I hear you say, hear you pray me
Fly, fly Bonny!
Never so close to the last time we part,
Never so true being wrong from the start.
Let's hear it sound, hear it resound to us
Die, die Bonny!
[Chorus.]
9. Vogue(TM)
[Lyrics by Dmitry Basik]
Stylish deeds, stylish words.
Stylish dreams and stylish thoughts.
Stylish life for stylish world.
Stylish faith for stylish God.
Vogue is your own mind, moral charts.
Vogue is your own soul finest arts.
Vogue is sense of being, goal to strive.
Vogue is manual for your own life.
Vogue. It's vogue. Just vogue.
It is just vogue, nothing personal.
Stylish feelings, stylish taste.
Stylish love and stylish hate.
Stylish values for stylish people...
Stylish being for spiritual cripples!
Vogue for me, vogue for you, vogue for everything we do.
Vogue for everything we are - welcome the VOGUE-mania!
Vogue is your own mind. Vogue's what makes you blind.
Vogue is sense of being. Vogue's what you believe in.
Choose the style, choose the brand.
Follow fashion, follow trend.
Get the label, trade-mark sign -
Get the stand in Mainstream Line!
Vogue's your own mind. Vogue's what makes you blind.
Vogue is sense of being. Vogue's what you believe in.
10. Breath Of Life
[Lyrics by Dmitry Basik & Alex Vertel]
Putting the stakes till the point when I lose.
Risking it all till I have to pay dues.
Fly real high till the day when I fall.
If tomorrow I die - does it matter at all?
If I burn then to the ashes I burn.
If I do the first step then I never return.
I fall in love for the very last time.
So what do I lose if tomorrow I die?
[Chorus:]
Take it all or lose it at once.
Taste it all - it can be your last chance.
If you got the wings - so why don't you fly?
If I live - then I live like tomorrow I die,
And I live like I live last day of my life.
On top speed, down the fastest highway,
Be it heaven or hell that I raise on my way,
Till last breath, on the full overdrive
I live every single day of my life.
[Chorus.]
...And I live like I live like tomorrow I ain't gonna die!
While I've got the way to go I ain't gonna stop this show.
While I've got the fuel to drive I ain't gonna stop my life.
11. Stigmata
[Lyrics by Alena Gornyh, Dmitry Basik, Alex Vertel]
...No footprints on the snow - it's my own way, my track.
It's time for me to go - no look, no turning back.
Can't breathe in tidy room, your room you keep me in.
Sweet home, sweet tidy tomb, there's no more life within.
My wounds - can't see them bleed?
These wounds are caused by you.
I swear I'll never be the one you want me to.
What have you ever learnt deep in your sweetest shell?
The place, you so much longed, turned to your prison cell.
The room with polished floor, where line of life was cut.
No turning back, sweet home, your door's now closely shut...
Away, far away, far away there is somewhere.
Away, far away there's a dream, there is me.
I'm real, I can feel, just can feel there is someday.
When I, still alive, flying free wish to be.