Zombie

there's flag in his hands, there's logs in his eyes
inside he is empty, outside there are many
those who's just like him
he likes to pour water, to teach us all wisdom
calls us to walk in step, though knows not where exactly
he's covered in tar

Zombie is blowing his horn,
while we're dancing our dances
But God knows soon he will
shake dust off his feet
spit at Heaven and leave
us alone with our dreams

he ate a rat alive, he drank the cobra's blood
he burned a witch fully, gathered her soot quickly
covered his body in it
the folk were shouting 'Hare!' as long as mash had flowed
but after drinking whole sea, nobody in the morning
remembered his name

Zombie is blowing his horn,
while we're dancing our dances
But God knows soon he will
shake dust off his feet
spit at Heaven and leave
us alone with our dreams

oh there've been so many
one better than the other
and each knew whole truth and
each one was way better
than one who came earlier
Great Temple has fallen
now only stones lay there
but there's still time
for dance and celebration
in ashes' honor!

Zombie is blowing his horn,
while we're dancing our dances
But God knows soon he will
shake dust off his feet
spit at Heaven and leave
us alone with our dreams


original Крематорий - Зомби


В его руках знамя, в его глазах бревна,
Внутри него пусто, вокруг него много
Ему подобных.
Он любит лить воду, он учит всех жизни,
Зовет идти в ногу, куда не знает точно,
Мазаный дегтем.

Зомби играет на трубе - мы танцуем свои танцы.
Hо, видит Бог, скоро он отряхнет прах с ног,
Плюнет в небо и уйдет, оставив нам свои сны.

Он съел живьем крысу, он выпил кровь кобры,
Спалил дотла ведьму, собрал ее пепел,
Посыпал им тело.

Hарод кричал "Харе!", пока хватало пойла,
Hо, осушив море, никто не смог утром
Вспомнить его имя.

Зомби играет на трубе...

О, сколько их было, один другого круче,
И каждый знал правду, и каждый был лучше
Того, что был прежде.
Великий храм рухнул, остались лишь камни,
Hо есть еще время для танцев и веселья
Во славу пепла.