The blue days of mine. The collection of lyrics Влада Иванц

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Do you understand me?

Well, Impressionism was a wonderful work. So naive, so young and funny in its vision of the world through the prism of other people's opinions. However, almost no one understood it. Unfortunately, they saw in it an insignificant and uninteresting work. But Impressionism just reflected the light that shone on it from those who read it. You may ask, what makes me think that? Well, I have many examples and many new haters. Once I published a poem from the book with the meaning that sounds like people always get punished for their ignorant words and deeds. How did people react to this? They called me a wretched scribbler throwing pathetic words. Are they right? I don't know. But now I realize that the things I put my whole soul into are worthless. They are not needed or understood by anyone. It doesn't matter what language I write in, I still seem like a stranger to them. The concept of a new collection of my lyrics manifests itself. It's about misunderstanding.

Yes, I'm offended, sad, scared, and ridiculously confused by their misunderstanding. They judge a book by its cover, but even a beautiful cover is a reason for them to hate it. However, if you read this, then you probably understand me. You, those who will definitely read this collection, in whatever language it would be written. You are the ones I love and respect for your sincere support and love. I know for sure that my declaration of love will reach you, because you are here, in my broken and sad heart. Only thanks to YOU it's still beating.

Oh, for such a long time I was afraid to be completely sincere with you, because it seemed to me that I would betray someone's expectations about me and thereby destroy the reputation of myself and my beloved ones. So, I hid my real rage in gentle and non-cruel words. I hoped it would save me. Well, it didn't, because people are really crazy. However, having dared to say a little more than necessary, even in a foreign language, I realized that you are still here anyway. Because you understand me. But I'm just learning to understand YOU.

By the way, please, don't think that it's going to be another sad and depressed work. There're a lot of fun things, I promise. Even a thunderstorm can be quite positive. But it's going to rain anyway.

So, take an umbrella, despite the cloudless sky, because it's the beginning of The Blue Days Of Mine.

mental flue

poem

When the heavens are silent,

I think about what I need to do.

I guess I'm just a little tired.

It's some kind of mental flu.

The geometry is quite simple:

The parallels do not intersect.

You and I are parallel people:

We don't fight, we don't protect.

The world is wonderful, can't you see?

The clouds are white, the sky is blue.

But you're not who you used to be.

I guess, you've caught my mental flu.

April 27, 2024

Malady

song

[Verse 1]

There are no good lyricists left in our century

And no right medicines have been invented.

There were holy people next to me while I was sick.

I wonder where I would be now if they didn't help me.

[Chorus]

I was left alone, as a typical hero of post-apocalyptic.

Me, my demons, my maladies are the perfect triptych.

It's impossible to cure the one who revels in his illness.

You know, my maladies have replaced all my feelings.

[Verse 2]

All the best lyricists died due to shock therapy.

During bad trips, any artist praises his malady.

But when the fever starts, he curses his great insight.

Then he dies knowing that he has performed his rite right.

[Chorus]

I was left alone, as a typical hero of post-apocalyptic.

Me, my demons, my maladies are the perfect triptych.

It's impossible to cure the one who revels in his illness.

You know, my maladies have replaced all my feelings.

[Bridge]

And my insight brought me only harsh contempt.

I couldn't score а hundred, but it was a great attempt.

Run, Forest, run if you don't want to wallow in the mud.

I don't need anything divine, I'm tired of this fight.

Holy people turn away, 'cause they cannot pray for me.

And now there is only me and my favourite malady.

[Chorus]

I was left alone, as a typical hero of post-apocalyptic.

Me, my demons, my maladies are the perfect triptych.

It's impossible to cure the one who revels in his illness.

You know, my maladies have replaced all my feelings.

Holy people turn away, 'cause they cannot pray for me.

And now there is only me and my favourite malady.

Eeeh-eeh

Hear this melody.

Fear this malady.

Eeeh-eeh.

June 6th, 2024

Dethroning

song

[Verse 1]

Can I ask one more favour?

Praise your Queen and save her

And go fight for my crown.

I thought I had a great army,

But they are vile and smarmy,

I know they will let me down.

[Pre-chorus]

My castle is crumbling down.

The clang of chains is loud.

'Cause I won the cursed renown.

[Chorus]

Do you hear me being called great?

I can't hear it anymore, it's too late.

I am no longer the authority here,

People curse the reason for my being.

Once I was the missionary of the Sun,

But the hour of my dethroning has come.

[Verse 2]

I was held up so high,

I had the best empire,

I used to rule the world.

Now I fear I fell from grace,

They don't wanna see my face.

I am no longer their Lord.

[Pre-chorus]

What has my reign brought?

Hunger, plague, besieged fort.

Let them send me to court.

[Chorus]

Do you hear me being called mad?

I can hear it, well, it's too late.

I am no longer the authority here,

People curse the reason for my being.

I am the missionary of the Sun,

But the hour of my dethroning has come.

[Bridge]

I ended up at the Bal des Ardents,

I was beloved a few years ago,

Now they think I'm madder than Charles VI.

I was made of glass and I can't be fixed.

[Chorus]

Do you hear how they wish me dead?

I do hear it, but it's too late.

I am no longer the authority here,

People curse the reason for my being.

They found me guilty, so I'm loathed

I'm dying 'cause I'm being dethroned.

[Post-chorus]

I was beloved a few years ago,

I ended up at the Bal des Ardents

They found me guilty, so I'm loathed

I'm dying 'cause I'm being dethroned.

I'm dying 'cause I'm being dethroned.

I'm dying 'cause I'm being dethroned.

May 2nd, 2024

Nightmares

song

[Verse 1]

The white noise is playing in my mind.

The black horse is carrying the black knight.

The crimson blood oozing from my sores.

The grey mass is an army of lost souls.

[Pre-chorus]

The whole world is pale as a corpse.

But everyone acts like no one knows.

[Chorus]

Well, look at my face

I'm out of my colours,

And only bleak shadows

Left.

It's not a tough case.

I'll paint a new picture

There'll be only a creature

Of my nightmares.

[Verse 2]

My blue days are slowly dragging on.

All the colours on the canvas are gone.

My heart faded and turned black.

In scarlet colours, people's hearts tend to break.

[Pre-chorus]

My soul shone with silver and gold.

But its paints were stolen and sold.

[Chorus]

Well, look at my face

I'm out of my colours,

And only bleak shadows

Left.

It's not a tough case.

I'll paint a new picture

There'll be only a creature

Of my nightmares.

[Verse 3]

Claude Monet's paintings arouse

Fury because of tenderness and flowers.

Well, if you hate brightness that much.

Then enjoy the horrors of Munch.

March 7th, 2024

Human being

song

[Verse 1]

All your lovely expectations

Are the devil's temptations.

Love is just the best deception,

False and expensive satisfaction.

Oh.

Well-known beautiful princess

Spends nights with sleeplessness.

Her prince showed worthlessness.

The personification of hopelessness.

[Pre-chorus]

Oh, Lord

What was she thinking?

Now her ship is sinking.

All she has to do is pray.

She should throw it all away.

[Chorus]

She doesn't

Have to fight other people's demons.

A person doesn't have to fight all the villains.

We are not superheroes,

We are just human beings.

She mustn't

Stitch and glue her little broken heart,

Live with it while it falls and falls apart.

She's not a selfish villain,

She's just a human being.

[Verse 2]

All our hopes and wishes

Turn into dirty dishes.

His quack healing fictions

Write out their prescriptions.

Oh.

Not love, but your health

Is real human wealth.

Princess, love yourself

And don't trust your blind faith.

[Pre-chorus]

Oh, Lord

She's on her way to hell.

All her prayers didn't help.

But she will continue to fight,

Until she sleeps peacefully at night.

[Chorus]

She doesn't

Have to fight other people's demons

A person doesn't have to fight all the villains.

We are not superheroes

We are just human beings.

She mustn't

Stitch and glue her little broken heart,

Live with it while it falls and falls apart.

She's not a selfish villain,

She's just a human being.

[Bridge]

You got your desired knight

To get your dragon killed,

You got your desired night.

To get your peaceful dream.

You're just a human being.

You're losing your dream knight,

You have only a dented shield,

You're getting ready to fight

Against the dragon on the battlefield.

But you're just a human being.

You're just a human being.

[Chorus]

And you don't

Have to fight other people's demons

A person doesn't have to fight all the villains.

We are not superheroes

We are just human beings.

You won't

Stitch and glue your little broken heart,

Won't live with it until it falls apart.

You're not a selfish villain,