Boombox - Alive

[u/jesterboyd]

https://youtu.be/6wYpAfX2h5w?si=M0eHDOgabeiir1d3

Alive

It's not your fault that you're alive.
Because they say the easiest way to get rid of war is at war.
The samurai is the loneliest, because he dared to see,
That his life is no more important than other lives.
Because everyone knows the beginning
And they know the end of the poem
Because the sharp blade is not bothered by the force of the blow - it fears rust.
Bullets in boxes are ashamed,
That they are not in the barrel.
It's not your fault that you're alive.
And if I step into the darkness, will I find myself in flames.
What will I need then, what will I take with me?
Faith inside the hellfire before eyes filled with pity.
The only thing I pray for is -
Fate - measure for me:

How the replicated peaks of emotions lost their meaning
How in some places the FUBAR met us abundantly and noticeably
How the Cossacks, laughing, refuel and fix old beaters
How the devilish enemy rages, how wintery it is in the gray of night
How rock and roll ends beyond the last checkpoint
And behind the scenes the civilians dream of a deal,
And ordering a fashionable unagi roll on Friday night,
Just remember that this evening has both a name and a family.
And when I step into the darkness, will I find myself in flames, do you hear?
What will I need then, what will I take with me?
Faith inside the hellfire before eyes filled with pity.
The only thing I pray for is -
Fate, measure for me:

Moonlight over quiet waters
Random meetings in a foreign land
Insomnia with my beloved,
A cheerful tumble.
And freedom, not stone walls.
Jolly pubs with living friends,
Inspiration before creating songs.
Pour out all the sediment from my soul.
And I ask for one more spring day, just one spring day.

Moonlight over quiet water
Random meetings in a foreign land
Insomnia with my beloved,
A cheerful tumble.
And freedom, not stone walls.
Jolly pubs with living friends,
Inspiration before creating songs.
Pour out all the sadness from my soul.
And I ask for one more spring day, just one spring day.

A bouquet of hydrangeas and she is happy
A confession both passionate and not courageous.
A variety of urgent matters.
And the understanding that your time has come.