Apres Moi (на стихотворение Бориса Пастернака «Февраль»)
I must go on standing You can't break that which isn't yours I must go on standing I'm not my own, it's not my choice
Be afraid of the lame, they'll inherit your legs Be afraid of the old, they'll inherit your souls Be afraid of the cold, they'll inherit your blood Après moi, le deluge, after me comes the flood
I must go on standing You can't break that which isn't yours I must go on standing I'm not my own, it's not my choice
Be afraid of the lame, they'll inherit your legs Be afraid of the old, they'll inherit your souls Be afraid of the cold, they'll inherit your blood Après moi le deluge, after me comes the flood
Февраль, достать чернил и плакать. Писать о феврале навзрыд, Пока грохочущая слякость Весною чёрною горит.
Be afraid of the lame, they'll inherit your legs Be afraid of the old, they'll inherit your souls Be afraid of the cold, they'll inherit your blood Après moi le deluge, after me comes the flood
I must go on standing You can't break that which isn't yours I must go on standing I'm not my own, It's not my choice
I must go on stan-stan-ding-ding You can't, can't break that, that Which isn't, isn't yours, yours I'm not, not my own, own It's not, not my choice, choice