City on the Threshold

The city is on the doorstep. A city in a ring.
Darkness in your house
glare on the face.

Not a call - an attraction.
Not a step - a fall.

But hell be with you
somehow holy
like a kiss
which can no longer be returned.

There is silence inside, a failure in the system.
Seven shadows in your window - dancing without a name.
I'm walking in circles. I pray.
It's too late to repent. I'm staying.

If it's a lie -
Sounds too true.
If this is a fall -
it means the sky is silent.

Wind - break this darkness.
Forget my name
while I'm drowning.

And if they ask us,
who took the step -
say:
the night killed me.
the city is our enemy.

Tell me this is our last night.
Tell me is it rain
drove my name away.

Call me evil -
I will teach you to beat the sound.
Show me your hell -
I will close his circle.

Shadows don't sleep.
They are in our blood.
We've never been
clean inside.

You and me -
the same frame.
One fault.
One breakup.

The same ruins.
The same wormwood
burning from within, spewing out Latin.

Wind - break this darkness.
Say her name
while I'm drowning.

And if they ask us,
which one of you is tired?
say:
the night has already passed.
the city has already fallen.

North wind -
cut this darkness.
Write your name in blood
inside - alive.

And if they ask us,
who survived captivity -
say:
night has come again.
the city is already asleep.