Бритва Оккама [Britva Okkama] [English translation]

Out mother has no face,

Out matter has two ends,

If we had no father,

The Empire would end.

You shave your legs with Okkam's razor,

The truth sinks to the bottom of the glass,

You play the 'Dog Waltz¹' with fists,

And the dogs have no hearts.

There is no more love,

And I can’t agree to something less.

It’s so cool —

Peter and Paul Fortress,

Savior on Blood.²

Fork of the streets, of veins, of capillary vessels,

The painter has painted the guitar out with the lime,

The bared teeth of truths looking out of the dark archs —

This city is both a friend and a foe to me.

The human form has so many holes,

It’s funny for you, but we are like this from childhood,

I’m in love with a person without a heart,

I’m in love with a person without arms³.

Don’t suggest me dying,

I’m too alive already,

My head

Has returned to zero by one third.

Yesterday went down in flames, closed by the diamonds card,⁴

I look at you with my unblinking third eye,

I see everything, I keep repeating this phrase

On the bank of the river Ocean.

With the hand-held time on the strap,

Thin, like a camel in the eye of the needle⁵,

My soles fly up from the wind in my head —

I dance the cancan.

The past depends on us:

If you give it away — it will be changed.

This fact

Is different every time.

The dog Nagual got lost on the way,

I have cold feet again.

You give warmth to but a few, they feel pain in the end —

There is a hunter for the entities.

You shave your head with the Okkam’s razor,

You’re more naked than Adam and Eve were,

The good is your father, but the evil is your mother,

You and I have no hearts.