Текст песни Сергей Калугин - Присутствие

one.

Rivers are moving backwards.
Three hours before the break of the Lower Worlds
An order is given to retreat.
In the headquarters burn documents of unfulfilled dreams
Tverd earth trembles under foot
The tree of the world rolls like a tower crane
The stars go out one by one -
This hordes Magogs go to a ram.

Kemet again in the darkness
Thunderstorm rages on Sinai Heights
He is already on Earth!
Oh my God, He already opens his eyes!

Armor instead of sky
The doors of Paradise are closed on a rusty bolt
All left without me
I call, but I do not hear native voices
I see, as if delirious,
How the Last Dawn rises over the world
Heart, dead bird in the ice,
Everything goes on about things to come,
Which is not.

2

Come, weak nations!
Watch the king!
I give you a generous gift
Horns of meaningless freedom
In Me is manifested the supreme gnosis
he is in the destruction of worlds
My touch is theosis.
Thrown down in the dust of Ildaboth!

3

Above the waterless bottom
Over the sea that came together forever
Sunset sun illuminated
The last albatross flies

It is not the confusion of a mortal tremor,
There is no empty rebellion -
He just does what he must.
As long as his soul lives

In the ray of sunset plumage
It burns like a fiery crystal
The shadow of the cross glides over the waves
But only the moment of fall comes
Earth, as before the Day of Creation

Will become invisible

And empty.

four.

Rustling people rustling -
"The snow has gone ..."
Take a deep breath, breathe:
- Good...

Quietly swam up
To the blue window,
Gently gently touched
Silence

And with such longing looked
Through the glass - into the distance ...
Life - from darkness to darkness swing.
It's a pity.
It's a pity...

© S. Kalugin