Clubbed to Death

Магомед Кодзима
Clubbed to death, no chance to get up
Because one of us is completely useless
And looks almost like the prodigal son,
The one, who was judged by other Judas.

We hide ourselves in the day to come
Intending to wake up as beautiful people,
Like children hope for the raspberry dawn,
But with the sun comes only new upheaval.

How much evil lurks behind blue eyes
Just imagine the world as it really is,
You will not be surprised, everybody lies
When they rush to sell their own dreams.

By the way, run away, my dear friend
Wandering along unfamiliar roads,
There is no path to follow without end
You will stumble over your own corpse.

Here is how it works, year after year
Dreamers fall asleep in the cemetery,
Is it possible to overcome your fear
If you are most afraid of being free.

Over time, it will going to make you freak
Fate is darker than the blackest dress,
In such a situation, the choice is not great
Either live in shame or clubbed to death.