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Puppet Show

All you people around!
Now your excitement will grow!
All I’m welcoming you on my puppet show!
Here’s me and my crew,
Now we will entertain – 
So you, honorable crowd, never will complain!
All you people out there!
Come sit! Enjoy the play!
If you’re not bored enough – no one make you stay!

Shadows dancing on the wall – 
Story that will make you cry;
And all these puppets are mine,
They’re all made for peoples delight,
But I play it day after day,
It brings hell in joys despite…

While the planet goes it round,
Our play you’ll hear the sound!
This puppet is holy, that puppet is damned,
That one is a wolf, this one is a lamb.
Here are the clowns and kings in their darkest hour,
Making them live – how sweet is the power!
I can move them and kill them – 
The joy is so true;
If some becomes boring, I’ll find something new. 
 
The curtain rises up and music’s getting loud;
It look’s like shiny trap,
And I can’t make a sound.
I’m blinded by the light – still show is never stops.
I start forgetting lines,
And scream:” Enough! Enough!”
But organ-grinder smiles
And turns a handle rough…
You all will now applause,
You all be screaming: “Wow!”
The curtain’s falling down,
And we come take a bow.
But all that you can see – 
To stop is forbidden for me;
And that is a question no more – 
Who’s really a puppet inhere…

Copyright © Lena Filatova | Year Posted 2011



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Wait

Fingers tremble in the air and my sight is vision caught: 
A lifeline stretch’s winding as the river deep,
It’s all an invisible net begins in my heart.
That’s me standing with an outstretched hand.

And you’re standing right in front of me,
Your trembling hand is almost touching mine.
We have lost the count of the days, all we do is waiting.
Look each other’s eyes with a brokenly feelings,
All we wish is to get that no one’s want to give.

And I fell; oh I feel all that ocean of yours
All your dreams and your thoughts,
 The whole world that you carrying.
I saw it in your eyes you told me with no words,
An autumn nature slowly died 
And only moon’s our silent witness.
Not even night could cover with the shadows those treasure.

I’m dying; I am slowly dying, 
So desperately drown in the void.
Please help me you fill me with essence pure
That flows with songs of your heart.

But our tragedy’s hard to imagine
 Because all that you want is the same.
Year’s passing by but you’re waiting the same sweet essence from me.

Copyright © Lena Filatova | Year Posted 2011

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Heart of Stone

In the land of the cursed you will be the king of fools,
That is all that you deserve - outrage and stones will be your jewels.
And they laugh and spit on you,
But you smile and wave them still,
There is nothing I will do – 
A disgrace you make me feel!
That’s because my heart of stone will not tremble when you cry,
Has no pity, has no hope – 
It won’t brake the day you die.
But I know you feel the same,
There’s a rock you got inside – 
Feels no passion, feels no pain, - 
That heart of stone you will not hide.

In a black black day,
When God won’t be home,
He won’t hear you pray,
He will leave all alone,
There’s no mercy, only hate,
There’s no love for heart of stone.

Out of your stupid kingdom you have drive me away,
Thou I had a wisdom, I wouldn’t beg you to stay,
And I’m standing out of iron gates,
And the rain is falling down,
And I shouting out my rights to say,
But still look like an idiot clown.
Out of highest tower you’re looking down
With no sorrow in empty eyes,
You watch a slave that I’ve become – 
It makes you hypnotize…
Out of iron gates I’m standing all alone,
And I’m asking for you to help,
But I always forget that to heart of stone
There no such words to make it melt.

And this wicked life has made us fake and cruel,
But still never realize all those stupid actions we do.
I was standing and shouting right by your door,
By your house of fine grey brick,
But I knew, oh I knew that the feelings I show
Only going to make you sick.
But you’ve opened the door and you let me come in – 
Thou I thought you will do never,
And from now on our dead hearts of stone
Will be not beating together

Copyright © Lena Filatova | Year Posted 2011

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You

The rain is falling down on me,
I’m standing barefoot on the battlefield,
The blood is frozen in my veins – the blind fear,
And I’m standing without move – 
And all I hear them scream.
I fight for ashes, no one's bride,
I could've been happy,
But I'm on the soldier side.
I fight the world, against the truth,
I fight for nothing, because I fight with you…

You make want to give up,
You’ve herd me right-
I’m showing you a white flag.
All that I care is you,
And the troops are gone.
You’ve herd me right – 
You won…

And I had to run to my own town,
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where flowers should be;
And a chapel was built in the midst,
There I used to play on the green.
But the gates of this chapel were shut,
All it was razed to the ground;
Father told me listen the bells,
Till one day I’ll hear their sound.
But I didn’t believe its true,
Because one I hear are you…

When sun arise I ran to the Square,
It was filled with angry crowd,
A friend told me that I should prepare,-
They will take away my crown.
“Oh, you should beware,
Cause the trial they making it won't be fair,
They are the ones they care!”
And you know that I have no fear,
It’s only you I feel…


You make want to give up,
You’ve herd me right-
I’m showing you a white flag.
You’re so amazing,
That all the pain is gone,-
You’ve heard me right – You won!
You’re all around me, like an air,
You’ve built a heaven in hells despair!

Copyright © Lena Filatova | Year Posted 2012

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Watch the Hope Sink

And the rain was falling into water deep,
All dispirit harbor left the deluge caught,
Broken – hearted feelings that people tried to keep,
All the tears they’ve shared,
Seeing off the boat…
Useless living is worse than a sin,
Tries to fix it with a faraway travel,
Foolish people built up the boat,
To the land they’ll be happy forever.

Every morning was blessed for the trip,
They’ve prepared till the last ray of dawn – 
Make it great, so it never could sink…
But one morning their treasure was gone.

Them who’ve never found love,
Who knew – there no people but sharks,
All of them stood on the sand,
And the boat was gone waters dark.

Loose your hope of helpers wise,
Thou your life give you the creep,
The last moment the boat will be gone,
Breaks the dream of the rescuing trip…

Copyright © Lena Filatova | Year Posted 2012



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I Want To Say Good-Bye

I want to say good-bye and rip this net between us.
 It's nothing but a mess brought with a stars we shared.
 That melody you put directly to my heart,
 This song is all about you which I'm singing ever since.

 I want to say good-bye all to escape the shame.
 A sweet forbidden toy is all you were for me.
 I said it once or twice,
 To name a reason is impossible trick.

 And my confidence's wound while I look to your eyes.
 A music box in my heart winds up with your touch.
 It keeps singing your song, it's my total defeat.

 I hope for me someday your light will loose it shine,
 And I'll unclasp my hands.
 I want to say good-bye…

Copyright © Lena Filatova | Year Posted 2011

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Devil Got My Woman

If I would be the Devil,
I’d be that woman’s man,
All thou being a Devil are the one that I can’t stand.
And I can’t see anything but the pain in your eyes,
But you’re a dull martyr,
And the pain is your joy and pride.
And the marks of your suffer you won’t put on disguise.


Deep down in soul you’ve got Hell,
But what kind a Hell is that without a Satan in there?
Your daemons need a master to control it with a spell,
This pain will less forever
Till you stop holding this Hell.

I’m always there for you baby,
I’m giving your name for flowers and stars,
But when you look at me I see nothing but pain,
And a sorrow is filling your eyes.
Don’t need any treasures from me –
Knives and whips are what you want to see.
But I’m not a Devil,
And I’m not your man baby…
You would run to the hangman ready to drop,
Happy to reach him at last,
With a tears on your eyes,
Laughing out loud, and ripping a dress on your chest…
 
 
I’m on my knees begging “Baby please” for you to stay,
But it doesn’t matter what I say –
You’ll walk away to seek for your Master…
Desire to find him you check all the faces you meet on your way.
Wishing to find a Devil inside you run fast to your grave,
Can not be your salvation,
And all I can do – is for you I will pray…

Copyright © Lena Filatova | Year Posted 2011

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Marry Hangman

I’m walking down the dusty road,
And they are watching me;
Reading in their eyes:
“You’ll get what you deserve,
That’s what we’re gonna see”.
But I am smiling still,
Rising on a scaffold,
And there is just one word, 
That they will hear from me:



Oh, I’ll laugh, laugh at your faces,
Inhale the smoke of sweet cigarette,
I travelled through times and spaces,
Can’t imagine all pleasures I had!
But I won’t cry, won’t get sad,
The stupid crowed won’t make me mad,
The next moment I will die,
Cause I’m the one what’ve been alive!



The sun will never rise for me again,
I won’t see the rainbow,
That’ll be no more summer rain;
That’ll be no drinks, that’ll be no fights,
That’ll be no singing till the morning lights;
No laughing with a friend,
No love delights…
And there’s won’t be the crime I do,
Yes the sun won’t rise for me,
Has it ever rise for you?...

Copyright © Lena Filatova | Year Posted 2011

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Holy No More

Every morning I start with a prayer,
I look up, till feels pain in my neck,
And do it day after day,
But the Lord never talks me back…

Leave, o leave me to my sorrows,
Here I sit and fade away,
Till I’m nothing but a spirit,
Till I lose my form of clay.
And I’m cutting off these ropes,
That tied me to things I own,
And I’m leaving all behind,
And I feel my freedom grow.

Once I wondered to myself,
I asked God: “What is a sin?”
He said: ”You’re always wear a mask,
And no one newer knows who’s in.
Cut it off and free yourself,
Real face for world to see!
Just become a happy man – 
That’s the pray that fit’s for me.
All you are is useless worm!,
Never know what things to do,
Of a dissolutes you learn;
Courage – all I want from you!
You stop holding to your past,
Let those ships to sail away;
Life is running very fast-
That’ the one you should’ve pray!

By the rivers of Babylon we were sitting and crying;
At the nearest garden left our souls dying,
Made so many mistakes – now we don’t deny it.
There is nothing left of us,
Our dawn of life’s about to come;
There is no more “taking shots”,
And my empty dreams are gone.
Dig a grave with my own hands – 
No more fears to be upset;
Build a vault in my own lands,
And adorn myself in red,
And I’ll see the one I’ve prayed,
That will be a journeys end.

Copyright © Lena Filatova | Year Posted 2011

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The Destroyed

It’s a hot summer day,
World is dying with a heat,
And I’m sitting all alone
Listen to my heartbeat.
You were everything for me,
My sunshine,
I would’ve save the world for you,
 if you were mine.
If I’d be attacked by wolves,
I wish the scars made up your name.
I’m acting like a maniac,
And you’re the one to blame.

And I’m singing my stupid song,
The life is passing by,
But I can’t move along.
From the day you all killed me,
It’s only pain I see.
This life destroyed my mind,
It took the best of me.

Doctor said – it’s helpless,
I’ll never be cured,
That you’ve destroyed my all,
And that’s for sure!
That I’ve become so crazy – 
No one ever been,
The most hopeless patient
He’d ever seen!
Cause the way I was – 
No one needed that,
So they lead their troops,
And they did attack.

So I’m singing this – 
Nothing left of me,
And they’ll come for you,
And they’ll make you see.
If you disturb their mind
Living just your way,
You’re like annoying fly,
messing up their day.
And as for insects there’s one thing to do-
They will kill you fast,
They’ll destroy the best of you…

Copyright © Lena Filatova | Year Posted 2011


Book: Shattered Sighs