Drudkh Ars Poetica
To be voiceless, impartial
Like the doors, that are always closed,
To be forgotten like an old statue in the little town.
To know only the love of the stone,
An opaque heart of the stone,
And to see the world in black and white lights-and-
shadows.
[this part of the original poem wasn't in the song]
Too much green, too much armine-pink.
Dark blue bow-shaped shadows ruthlessly have embraced
you.
Too much nuances: love, desire,
Suffering, —
They have closed a life with a fog of grief and joys.
[cut]
To search only the sense, to search only the horizon of
existence –
Sense of existence.
To feel the space: the distant flight of the black birds,
To feel the time: the legible paintings in the black
caves,
And to understand your day with an absolute wind, poet.
