Oblomov Cradle For The Bleeding Child
When I fall asleep in my dark cold chamber
,you come to me - night by night
you hide me here from the other world,
I'm not a creature I'm just an unbeliever
you come to me to make me hypnotized, to make me
paralized
through the mask of sanity on your face I see your
burning eyes
"my child you are bleeding,"you say, "like jesus christ
iit's not a faith, you are devil in disguise
I lay without move, I'm pralized
my wounds are, only for your eyes
I can't distinguish now, what's wrong, what's right
my inert senses, have died
darkness surrounds me
I'm walking on the stairway to hell
these are not signs of heaven
I suffer in the cradle of blood
a candle is burning, my body is calling-for help, for
affranchise
you are tormentor of my soul,my mother,
your steps scare me to death
you come to me to make me hypnotized,
to make me paralized
through the mask of sanity i see your burning eyes
you scare me to the death
I feel the crown of thorns on my head
the iron spikes in my legs and in my hands
my bleeding wounds, make me only pain
my cradle is covered with blood and with hate
I could be the morning star shining down on earth
now I'm crucified in my own bed
I hate all those ones, who come near to my cradle
to see me dying in agony, in flames from my mother's
eyes
I died in the cradle for the bleeding child
