Метель [Metel'] [English translation]

[Verse 1: Horus]

Again the blizzard brings to the shore

the cold from snowdrifts and the blinding white light.

We can’t find the way in the dark,

where fallen demons dance in the shadows.

Because honestly, there’s no way out.

We were stuck until summer in these grey walls,

and we wait for the moment that

the seething insanity of spring sap will refill our veins.

But until then everything is just useless.

Again, it’s fate toying with you –

giving you a set of unfulfilled quests.

In this kingdom, fuck fake people.

Leave your hope, here’s the inbox

stuffed to the neck with ugly truths.

The world is a cramped box, its present state

hit by a moth, stuffed with dust.

Taking root under the indifferent heavens,

at a faceless and indiscernible point somewhere

between the cold white continent

and the hidden darkness - at the edge of the light.

At the ceremony of billions of snowflakes,

firmly lost in their bustle/vanity

There’s only one thing that worries us now -

how do we get through this blizzard?

[Chorus]

White-white-white-white-white snow as if in a dream.

We don’t care about that, thoughts only of spring.

White-white- white- white- white snow as if in a dream

We don’t care about that, thoughts only of spring

[Verse 2: Mnogoznaal]

They lead us through the blizzard by the hand.

The people I grew up with in the warmth are at the parade.

They say there’s ecstasy here until [our] late years,

and I didn’t see those who would age.

I myself didn’t want to be so dull,

screaming at those who pull you down.

I didn’t want to look like a sad dumbass,

as if I understand what I actually need.

That over and over, I don’t give a fuck.

I don’t judge people for foul language or how their skin looks.

I also speak to you with the very same mouth,

even if you were a [???] guest abandoned in hell.

I, too, get lonely and anxious -

you break down off to the side and nobody will help you there.

I just don’t want to speak with myself

about how I hate being so worthless.

[Chorus]

White-white-white-white-white snow as if in a dream.

We don’t care about that, thoughts only of spring.

White-white- white- white- white snow as if in a dream

We don’t care about that, thoughts only of spring

White-white-white-white-white snow as if in a dream.

We don’t care about that, thoughts only of spring.

White-white- white- white- white snow as if in a dream

We don’t care about that, thoughts only of spring