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But these feelings long have bred.

I worn them all, they were like clothes
For man with many names I was
And many faces I once had ...
I am, no doubt, truly mad.

How one can live the endless life
And pass through death ... and still survive ?
And still in times remember that
Another own name he had ?

They are all mine, I once were them,
All these persons in the pram,
Like were-man I always shift ...
Is it a curse, is it a gift ?

Is there is one beyond them all
That is my only truly goal,
The one, who never had the name,
The Nameless One ... are we the same ?


I will remember once them all
For this is only worthy goal ...
The time will come, I'll pass through flames
To be the Man Of Many Names.

Не первый, не последний

One always speaks about self
Whether through action or just barf,
But words may too have sort of price -
They serve as tools for those who’re wise.

Who am I then to speak of me ?
From pain of past it makes you free,
So now I'm throwing it aboard -
My truly useless, bloody world.


I may be warm, I may be cold,
I am both fearful and bold,
For some I'm moon, for others sun,
From both I'm always in the run.

I am quite normal and still mad,
I am both happy and both sad,
And during life's entire span
I will be known as no-one.

And I can fight, and I can hide,
I'm still so weak ... and full of might,
I'm own master, own pet,
Is it just good, is it so bad ?

I am both known and unnamed,
Inside I'm wild, but act like tamed,
I am always free and yet enslaved,
I'm used to speak the truth and raved.

In times I'm kind, sometimes fierce,
I was born there - and from stars,
I am, like others, one of a kind,
I'm often wrong, sometimes I'm right.

If I had time I would but try
To find the means to soar for sky,
But first I have to reach just me -
This kind of knowledge makes one's free.

Of what I am, and who I was -
I'll have to answer to all those
Silented questions of my past ...
I am not first, I am not last.

Один из Многих

I am the voice of Evolution,
I am the bringer of Confusion,
I am the whisper in the Noise,
I am the teller of the Choice.

I am one of Many, who're now Few,
I am the maker of new View,
In universe I'm like a Grain
Yet what I do is not in Vain.