Tree On The Bones

They advised not to think about the end of my life
Because it is selfish
Depleted souls
They sing about rebirth with the new hope to carry on the kin.

Decline of norms, when the spirit is weak
When the mind is enslaved by the base desires
Burial ground. It is a due reward for the pain
Desperate prayers. It makes me laugh.

I'll embrace you, so brave, and then lay into the grave
Flesh and blood feed the ground - here the apple-tree grows
Fruits of work of billions. The dream constructed on the bones
Oh, the greats, your fate was to make a sacrifice.

They inquire for the main sense of my life
The evolution law. Why don't I follow it?
Narrow minds. how can I get to know what is freedom, being slaves?

But I am the God. Praise me! I am the God now
Applaud! I am the God. Praise me! I am the God now.

I embrace you, so brave, and then lay into the grave
Flesh and blood feed the ground - here the apple-tree grows
Fruits of work of billions. The dream constructed on the bones
Oh, the greats, your fate was to make a sacrifice.

Who tasted the fruit
Would not think about the price of his choice: This is so slightly
Not benighted mind
I can improve myself and the world at my will.

In eternal life - no bounds, no laws
All the Earth, the sky are mine.