РУССКИЙ ТЕКСТ ПОД АНГЛИЙСКИМ! [Verse 1] Uninvited, you stand behind the door, Your very appearance promising no miracle. You will never entrust your work to an apprentice — You always fashion your art yourself. You are Gamayun¹, you are Sirin², yet stripped of feathers, You do not sing, but instead dispense sorrow. And a quiet ache stirs beneath the ribs on the left, The moment you claim the grail for the blood. [Chorus] You are a woman! Mysterious, silent, Terrifyingly solemn, unyielding! Absolute in your ultimate decisions, And, like all women, at times unceremonious. [Verse 2] In your hands, anything can become a tool for your craft, You are masterful, yet ever so secretive. There is no limit to your imagination — It is plain to see you are a creative soul! The instrument of passing is hidden beneath your cloak — You guard your secret until the very end. In a dead silence, amidst the cries from the scaffold, You will carry out your design upon them. [Chorus] You are a woman! Mysterious, silent, Terrifyingly solemn, unyielding! Absolute in your ultimate decisions, And, like all women, at times unceremonious. [Verse 3] They call you an old crone? What hypocrites! You are not old, you are eternal — that is the truth. You are the one woman everyone believes in, Unlike heaven, and unlike hell!!! You have witnessed the birth of supernovas, And penned brilliant obituaries for the stars. Even the true gods could not escape Your willful, severe decrees. [Chorus] You are a woman! Mysterious, silent, Terrifyingly solemn, unyielding! Absolute in your ultimate decisions, And, like all women, at times unceremonious. [Outro] You are Time’s sister — his very twin, Measuring out seconds with expert precision. You foresee the end destined for everyone, And bring it to fruition. Your name is Death!!! DEATH!!! ________________________________________ Mythological & Context Notes for English Readers: • ¹ Gamayun: A prophetic bird from Slavic folklore with the head of a beautiful woman. She is a messenger of wisdom and fate who foretells the future and sings of divine secrets. • ² Sirin: A mythical creature of Russian legends, a bird of sorrow and dark magic with a female face. In folklore, her mesmerizing songs make people forget everything on Earth and can lead to madness or death. =================================================== [Intro: solo piano, cathedral reverb, distant thunder, clock ticking, atmospheric pads, wind howling, soft heartbeat pulse] [Verse 1: intimate, breathy deep baritone, piano with soft strings entering gradually, whispered delivery] Тебя не ждёшь, а ты стои́шь за дверью И видом своим чуда не сули́шь. Ты не доверишь дело подмастерью - Своё искусство ты сама всегда творишь. Ты - Гамаю́н, ты - Си́рин, но без перьев, И не поёшь ты, а верши́шь печаль. И тихо ноет в левом подреберье, Едва для кро́ви ты берёшь граа́ль. [Pre-Chorus: gradual build, strings rising, drums entering with heartbeat rhythm, voice gaining power] [Chorus: full band explosion, heavy distorted guitars with phaser, powerful drums, gong crash, majestic vocal, cathedral reverb, choir pads] Ты - женщина! Таи́нственна, безмо́лвна, Пуга́юще серьёзна, непрекло́нна! В решениях своих ты безусло́вна И как все женщины порой бесцеремо́нна. [Interlude: guitar solo, phaser effect, filter sweep, strings swell, building tension] [Verse 2: driving rhythm, darker vocal timbre, full band controlled, distorted bass] В руках твоих всё может быть для дела Иску́сна ты, но в тоже время скры́тна И нет фантазии твоей предела, Ты - творческая личность - очевидно! Под плащ упря́тан инструмент исхо́да - Ты тайну до последнего хранишь. В глухой тиши, под крики с эшафо́та Ты за́мысел им свой осуществи́шь. [Pre-Chorus: rising tension, heartbeat accelerates, whispered backing vocals, filter sweep on guitars] [Chorus: full power, second gong crash, maximum dynamics] Ты - женщина! Таи́нственна, безмо́лвна, Пуга́юще серьёзна, непрекло́нна! В решениях своих ты безусло́вна И как все женщины порой бесцеремо́нна. [Guitar Solo: heavy emotional wah-wah, soaring melodic lines, orchestra swells underneath] [Verse 3] [Stripped back, spoken word, whispered and raspy, distorted telephone vocal effect, wind howling, dark ambient pads] Тебя зовут старухой? Лицемерят! Ты не стара́, ты вечна - это правда! Ты женщина в которую все верят, В отли́чие от рая и от ада!!! [Explosive, desperate vocal delivery, full orchestral metal backing, maximum intensity] Ты видела рождение сверхно́вых, Писа́ла ярким звёздам некроло́ги. Твоих решений волевых, суровых Не избежа́ли и́стинные боги! [Final Chorus: double intensity, epic choir backing, key change, dramatic pause before last line] Ты - женщина! Таи́нственна, безмо́лвна, Пуга́юще серьёзна, непрекло́нна! В решениях своих ты безусло́вна И как все женщины порой бесцеремо́нна. [Outro: stripped back, solo piano, delayed reverbed vocals, vinyl crackle, heartbeat slows, clock ticking returns, fading whisper, reverb tail decays to silence] Ты Времени сестра - его близнец, Секунды отмеряешь, как эксперт, Предвидишь каждому ты свой конец И претворя́ешь, твоё имя - Смерть!!! СМЕРТЬ!!!
