Vision of death twelve witnesses

(I am misanthrope - I hate life and its values;
I never forget this decade of dark hours,
When heroes instead of fulfilling the dreams
Wish for timeless death that will free them of vows.)

Eighteen years is not even life...
Dead pregnant mothers meet morning in silence...
Killed are all hopes, lives, amazing creations...
Dead are the eyes that will form constallations...

There is the time when the cold and the rain
In forces combined break trough walls and illusions;
I nurture my faith, I expect revolutions;
And humble my pride is, my treasure is pain...

Tonight my words fade, all emotions are worthless...
I damn you, the epoch of tyrants and martyrs!
I pray for you, souls, that departed so soon,
I hate Russian pride, land of coups and of statues!

I know eyes are ready, I hear your hearts" breath,
I feel heat and fire your bodies producing!
You tremble in rage, your wisdom is death...
But never forget dear lives we are losing...

God will forgive you, the herd of white swans,
That streams to the line where the dawn meets redemption;
Please, do not cry, who is left all alone...
We"ll meet them again in the higher dimensions...

They"ll always be there - beside us in the darkness,
They"ll wait till we come to the feet of the Throne,
We"ll see them, we"ll trust God"s meticulous justice;
There you will find peace, and your rage will be gone...