Viktor Tretyakov
I once forgot that I am a god,
And, of course, forgot that you are too.
I tried, but I couldn’t remember,
Why you and I are so alike.
I forgot that everything around us
We once invented ourselves,
Together we mentally created a closed circle,
To wander under the heavens…
Chorus: And I pick up my guitar and fly away,
To those lands where I will live after life.
I don’t believe in God — I know God:
It is He who invented all my thoughts,
All my unthinkable thoughts…
I forgot that there will be no Judgment,
And that Judgment is impossible in principle,
And that the path of all who came here
Is endless, beautiful, and complex…
And as a reward for all this nonsense,
I suddenly remembered that I am a dweller of the sky,
And that everyone is their own director and actor,
And prompter, and, of course, the audience.
Chorus: And I pick up my guitar and fly away,
To those lands where I will live after life.
I don’t believe in God — I know God:
It is He who invented all my thoughts,
All my unthinkable thoughts…
I pick up my guitar and fly away,
To those lands where I will live after life.
I don’t believe in God — I know:
It is He who invented all our thoughts,
All our unthinkable thoughts…
I once forgot that I am a god…