In the gray and stormy hour Of a day’s pathetic blight When the warm and mellow sun rays All subside into the night I was sitting on a chair Reading punishment and crime I was hanging by a hair As the night began to prime There was something in the air Some electrostatic shock And the devil too was there … He said: look, worm, quit your whining Don't you see - the weather's fine We’ll have beer in the pines For the way we'll grab some wine And right now we'll have some vodka Quickly, now! There is no time! Vodka? Vot kak. I replied. What to do? There is no choice. One and two and now we go Clouds were gathering upon us And the moon began to glow He said: Look, I will be honest Death and life like sun and moon: One is visible, the other just reflects a shining fool But that fool is always there, As he hides below our eyes It may come as a surprise: When you see that lively flare All you see are shiny lies That are deadlydly in disguise I sat down and started crying Rain poured from the sky I was tired, I was dying And I didn't want to die He said: Sometimes there's no lightning Before thunder rocks the sky Sometimes days don't have a night Sometimes two wrongs make a right And sometimes you take a piss Sometimes right in the abyss And I know it sound whack The abyss pees sometimes back. Rain blew sideways I was sideways And the bottle of red wine Rolled and shattered in the gutter In the grime and pus and slime He said: Listen, hear our voice There's treble, there is bass And a thousand things between them Locked up in this Alcatraz Words and meaning Thoughts adhering Listening is only hearing Hearing is when the divine Shares courtroom with a crime In a puddle of black water Sat a black and feral dog I stopped understanding meaning I was dead and blissful rock In the pines, in the pines Wasn't rain wasn't wind In the pines in the pines Weren't hands and weren't feet Skies were clear, Moon had hidden Wrath and death were coldly written In the sun's first morning's breath From beneath Engulfed in glory Spitting furiously flame Was ascending magic beer I had risen from the clay I was sitting in the pines Crime and punishment I read I was happy I was blissful I still haven't seen the dread