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The poor pilgrims dragged themselves wearily	A
along to Mecca through gray Syria	B
huddled and doubled up	C
the pilgrims stumbled along	D
away from delusion and ferment	E
to repent repent repent	E
And I was standing like an impenitent sinner	F
on the summit of the mountain	G
where once upon a time don't stir	F
Abel was killed by Cain	H
And of all communiqu s of blood	I
the most unforgettable	J
the elemental voice was heard	K
'Cain where is your brother Abel '	L
But once again the Pharisees	M
with their vile sweet voices	M
'Why do you worry about visions that are fake	N
Yes with Abel maybe we should have held back	O
Admittedly there was a little mistake	N
but generally speaking we were on the right track '	L
And I was standing on the summit	P
between those ahead and the hosts behind	Q
above a world where people could commit	R
every corruption of their own kind	Q
There was no lightning and no thunder	F
but the stones were crying with mouths opened wide	S
'The corruption of the soul may be bloodless	M
but it is also fratricide '	L
And I imagined a gloomy dead	T
brick orphanage	U
where as with henbane	H
the children of Abel are spoonfed	T
with lies by the children of Cain	H
And in the faces of Abel's children	G
doing what they know that they must do	T
which is always to stay silent	T
the red mark of Cain shows through	T
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And I no one's murderer	F
was standing on the sticky summit	T
but my conscience murmured	T
like the Bible 'You won't be able to quit	T
You're corrupting your spirit with lies	M
and your spirit is crumbling cracking inside	T
And to kill yourself you cannot disguise	M
that that is also fratricide	T
And how many women you twister	F
lie like crucifixions along your way	V
but women they are your sisters	M
worth more than brothers can repay	V
And the Hussars' toasts 'To the ladies '	-
what are they worth	W
Bravado empty form	X
To kill love you cannot evade it	T
that is also fratricide	T
And someone's gray brown eyes	M
staring at you with disdain	H
on your forehead cicatrize	M
you with the eternal mark of Cain '	-
I shuddered	T
'Quiet O conscience	M
You know this is not comparable	J
it is like comparing a children's circus	M
with a bloody Roman shambles '	-
	-
But the shadow of bony Cain	H
jutted out from the rocks near at hand	T
and the blood of the brother he had slain	H
was endlessly dripping from my hand	T
	-
'Look my bloody hands shake	N
As a child it was fun to improvise	M
out of curiosity to break	N
the velvet wings of butterflies	M
and then fratricide '	-
	-
My conscience the protectress	M
of the mark of Cain	H
the prophetess seer said again	Y
with prophetically bitter sadness	M
'What will you say to the eternal skies	M
and the court of stars when you cannot run back	O
To say I am sinless would be telling lies	M
but generally speaking I'm on the right track	O
You know all those whom you hate	T
set this up as the true state	T
while the cigarettes take on	Z
the smell of burning flesh the Winstons and the Kents	M
and the bullet that passed through John	Z
kills Robert Kennedy	T
And the bombs charge the earth turn	A2
brown villages bloodred fire black	O
Admittedly they fall on children	G
but generally speaking they're on the right track	O
Everything begins with the butterflies	M
later it comes round to bombs	M
No amount of washing purifies	M
the blood on your hands will be your doom	B2
The only murder that is fit	T
is to kill the Cain inside '	-
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And losing my footing on the sticky summit	T
face to face with the infinite	T
I tore the flesh open in my side	T
and the strangled embryo Cain died	T
I strangled everything mean and evil	J
all that you would later despise	M
but it was far too late to heal	C2
the broken wings of the butterflies	M
And the wind blood soaked invisible	J
lashed at me from the fury of space	M
as if the pages of the Bible	J
were lashing me on the face	M
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Translated by Geoffrey Dutton with Igor Mezhakoff Koriakin revised	T

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