Translation of two concert VCR
The day of our debut came, the sun rose and we opened the door to the light that our scene was filled with, our first greetings, our first meeting. In these first moments, all this seemed to us the sound of waves in the distance. We thought that we had already reached the sea, but here the light faded, everything was dark around. Criticism and remarks blocked the words of praise, it seemed that we could not achieve anything, despite the fact that we worked hard, and the sound of the waves seemed an illusion. The place we reached was filled with indifference and disdain, a desert of cynical smiles. In the night desert we could not dream. But, despite the fact that we fell, were broken and crushed, we made our debut the starting point, not the destination. Our most beautiful days have not yet begun. We again got to our feet, walking along our path, where the dreams of these seven young men were waiting for us, we were waiting for achievements, which we could not even dream about. Let no one hear the roar of the crowd, we tried not to despair. To get to our sea, we had to cross the desert.
How many roads must a young man pass before he becomes a man? Schools and houses, alleys and oceans. Cover the paradise of infancy, which is in the inner drawer of your desk.
The closed path is the entrance to the labyrinth.
The blood stains on the palms are like stigmata.
The agony that creeps over the skeleton of your wings is a dream that tries to soar in the sky to find an ocean that is not visible.
These young men continue to walk. These young men have seven hearts. Seven strokes - one step.
If your point of view changes, then the seven can become one.
If you try to escape, you will definitely fall.
If you turn around, then there will be a precipice.
What do these young men, with their eyes closed, look for inside this world filled with temptations?
If you pull the curtain and break the mirror, then in the shards you will open the way out and you can exit the intricate and self-contained world.
Two worlds, back to back, become one whole - seven young men become one.
Seven young men who shared one heart - one young man who has seven hearts.
One and seven are shadows of each other, a reflection in the water.
How many roads must a young man pass before he becomes a man? The road is one more name of the World. Night and day, intersections and tunnels. The road winds endlessly and the moment of choice is always lonely - there is nothing new in meetings and partings.
If I turn around this corner, will I see the red flowers of my youth?
A dream is another name for Wanderings.
Fear is another name for Hope.
Tears are another name for Laughter.
The young men are laughing. We can laugh, because we are together. Young men go forward. Boys are growing.
