Head in flames

Ольга Бестужева
The fireball of sun
Has passed its way
Ten thousand times
And surely slipping down.
Now, shivering and bleeding
Of disrespect and lies,
Upon the golden wings of eagle
I saw your clear eyes.
Then I was burnt and sliced.

The light melts on your sculls,
The dogma’s left for crashing,
You raised me from the ashes
And wrapped in giant flag.

The razors slowly glide
To clean the land,
Illusions bend
A dehydrated mind.
We carefully bury our fears
In dust of ignorance and run,
We spill the time and smash the mirrors
And keep on dancing under loaded gun.
Don’t get: or do we surf or drown.

The light melts on your sculls,
The dogma’s left for crashing,
You raised me from the ashes
And wrapped in giant flag.

I heard your heartbeat through a thousand locked up doors
It was so loud, i lied down and covered face with hands
Through hundred days i barely breathe with force
I am nude truth - my palms in ice, my head in flames