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Create a websiteDon’t weep for me mother
The apocalypse is near
It’s peering into our cottage
Breathing hellfire
1
They wake in a body of insects
in another world, a century later,
walking across it, they ask the question:
does the world still remember us now?
From under black earth they’re looking at us
Communism’s dead, but they’re still living
and they want to take action, here and now
with no fear of repeating old mistakes
Break what was broken, forget the forgotten again
Repeat the farce as another farce
Do something like a firing squad
firing into the crowd at the “demo” again
They can’t, they won’t, they’re ready for anything
not hope but despair gives them strength
the anger of need, unendurable desire
the future is now, pregnant with despair
They still had hope when they were alive
some miracle would reward them with a different fate
biopolitics today is a vitalist feast
in the absence of life itself
The walking dead – living in death
rotting bodies belonging to no one
they’ve rejected all values,
they’ve nothing to worry about
but they ain’t resting in peace
and they won’t calm down
the specter of communism walking ‘cross the planet
Someone's gone and snatched it! Someone's commun'atched it!
the specter of communism walking ‘cross the planet
someone’s gone and snatched it
someone’s commun’atched it
2
A true new world comes out of the dark
there ain’t no hope, we’re the only ones here
Ma- te- ri- a- li- st miracle
We could all use a good miracle
Reality needs to be debugged
A tiger’s leap into our weakness past
A classless society here and now
Without us everything just got so damn trashy
Walking, walking, we ask questions
We’re the children of sailors
the fiery ends of their smokes
Our red eyes are burning like coals
Not love nor caresses neither
Our body’s no object of lust or admiration
Our body in pain, a map of suffering
Our body of death, not a body of knowledge
Our body’s a battlefield for the resurrection
The enemy keeps winning, again and again
He’ll show no mercy if he overcomes us
Who?! knows the future fate of his bones
or!? how often they’ll be exhumed and reburied?
Who!? is the oracle of his own ashes?
Who?! knows what birdie will perch on his grave?
if his bones will be scattered after death?
or if they’ll just lie there like question marks?
walking, we ask questions
walking, we ask questions
walking, we ask questions
the specter of communism walking ‘cross the planet
Someone's gone and snatched it! Someone's commun'atched it!
the specter of communism walking ‘cross the planet
someone’s gone and snatched it
someone’s commun’atched it
Don’t weep for me mother
The apocalypse is near
It’s peering into our cottage
Breathing hellfire
The lyrics of the song were written for the movie of the group What to Do "Dvortsovaya Ploshchad. 100 years later. Film Lecture Season 4 Zombie #2017".
Text translation: Joan Brooks, writer and translator from Pittsburgh (USA).