A Long, Happy Life

To the shocks, we say yes, to the celebrations, yes,
Horizons grow wide, like a blazing caress.
Inspiration ignites in the heart’s restless flame,
There’s no more "no," just beginnings untamed.
In the void that lingers in silent retreat,
Through immortal shadows, the voices repeat.
The world is so deep, your gaze ever alive,
In these centuries, where steel is refined.
We read the chronicles of dusty roads,
In the winds that howl past distant tomorrows,
Through deserts of dreams, tracing footsteps untold,
Where no one has dared, but our star still glows bold.
Temptation’s a path, and challenge a fire,
We march into eternity, through dreams that aspire.
There are no walls, no limits in sight,
Only the sky that will guide us through night.

A long, happy life,
Such a long, happy life,
From now on, a long, happy life,
For each one of us, for each one of us,
For each one of us, for each one of us.
A long, happy life,
Such a long, happy life,
From now on, a long, happy life,
For each one of us, for each one of us,
For each one of us, for each one of us, us, us, us.
A long, happy life,
Such a long, happy life,
From now on, a long, happy life,
For each one of us, for each one of us,
For each one of us, for each one of us.

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Счастливая жизнь

There’s Still Time to Tell Her

Moments fade, with every beat,
A century slips like smoke in retreat.
You stand here, in your little space,
Seeking answers, but silence you face.
Days flow like rivers beneath a grey sky,
You’re young, and it seems eternity’s nigh.
But time, like rain, dissolves the disguise,
And suddenly, ten years pass you by.
You chase the sun, but the shadows grow long,
As if you’ve been chasing yourself all along.
The sun is the same, but its glow grows dim,
And your heart feels deeper, more rugged within.
Each year makes the borders clearer,
Time shrinks like rain in a mirror.
Plans are but lines in a forgotten note,
Like dreams that dawn erased and remote.

Yet love remains, through the wear and tear,
A light, a flame, still burning there.
Winter is cold, but you’ve still got a chance,
To tell her all you've longed to confess in advance.

Есть время сказать ей

Motherland, Freedom, Love

I ride to you — a strange place and time,
The mist spreads softly, in silence sublime.
Golden bride in my dreams shines bright,
Yet shadows surround me, in a quiet descent of the night.
You call me, your voice hidden in the dark,
But the evening’s as still as a sleepless lark.
The pulse in each step feels like waves in the sea,
And the light on the rise hasn’t changed centuries free.
My dear, don’t wake me again from my sleep,
I’ll not miss the sunset that’s mine to keep.
The fog on the glass says more than words can,
And my weariness here is as thin as a strand.
The branches of time shatter illusions so clear,
The hands of fate draw paths that veer.
Here, dreams and fantasies are laid to rest,
Love cloaks the sunset in a smile.

My dear, wake me gently when the morning’s bright,
Perhaps I’ll walk this path again in the light.
For all I have is motherland, freedom, and love,
Motherland, freedom, love.

Родина, свобода, любовь

All We Need is Love

Love,
Not bound by power or speech,
There’s nothing you can’t reach,
But is that the point? Is the goal the reply?
What’s truly precious burns in your heart, flows in your blood like fire on high.
It’s easy to see: not creation makes us eternal,
But the art of being — here, in the now, internal.
Love, like light in the cracks of time’s thread,
Is not in deeds, nor triumphs we dread,
Not in the songs we sing for the rest,
But in you, in the core of your living quest.
Each day’s not a climb to the peak,
But a journey to self, if we dare to seek.
Love is all you need, so pure and free,
Inspiring like early autumn’s spree,
A dawn on the horizon, calling afar,
You need not save, the world’s already a star.
All’s been done, and will be again —
Yet your path through it all remains your unique reign.
All the knowledge in the world reveals nothing new,
Nothing unseen that hasn’t been in view,
But every step is destined,
Each pause is you, already ascended.
There lies love, simple as the morning light,
Deep as the ancient night.
And it’s all you need —
Love is the beginning and the end indeed.
In it are all answers, all meanings, all ways,
There’s nothing else to crave or praise,
Except you, true and alive,
In time’s rhythm, in life’s dance you strive.
Though it’s simple, it’s hard to admit:
All we need — is love, that’s it.

Все что нам нужно это любовь

At Dawn

Look at the river from the bridge
On a misty, rainy day.
And say goodbye
To fleeting dreams, cast away.
They’re lost in the depths of past wandering streams,
In places now fading, just memories it seems.
And say goodbye
To those who sank below,
In the river you see as you watch the flow.
It feels so simple, everything seems,
So far and blurred, like distant dreams,
Like the fog that fades
At dawn.

На рассвете

You Will Be Forever with Me

Sorrow melts away, leaving no trace,
It's hard to grasp, yet a fire ignites within.
Words dissolve with every breath,
In the night, where all lies beyond the rules.

Forget everything, let yourself fade,
Souls entwined, fates interwoven,
Glances speak, words left behind,
All that matters is waking under one roof.

Pain, death, and war are forgotten,
And the eternal snow's chill melts inside.
At dawn, you’ll leave, the marks of your lips,
Twilight—a highway to the boundless sky.

Let a trace remain, just a small fragment,
To remember who was longed for in silence.
I watch as you vanish into the sunrise,
Your image lingers in my solitude.

Forget everything, you are all that was,
You will be forever with me.

Ты будешь вечно со мной

Spring Is Just Beginning

You gaze at spring as an old friend,
She dances among gray fields like smoke.
Her steps echo like thunder in the clouds,
Her breath—a wind that strips away our old skin.

You know that spring is not just flowers,
It’s blood breaking through the snow.
She arrives with war in her heart,
Yet her song is all that’s ever needed of her.

You carry spring upon your shoulders,
Her weight—youth’s radiant sins.
But you know she brings light,
And that light is your face, your name.

Spring is a moan in the night,
You walk, and the sky cracks beneath your steps.
We all await her as if awaiting an end,
But you know—spring is just beginning.

Весна только начинается

God Save the Dictatorship

All power—root to crown,
A vessel that cracks but never spills.
Search here for the beginning, search here for the end—
All roads diverge into carefree utopias.

Not "yes," not "no"—just countless faces,
Staring into you, like an empty well.
Neither ours nor strangers—we are links in a chain,
That holds the sky, the earth, and dreams alike.

This war will paint the heavens copper-red,
The victor always finds themselves.
You ache within me, a wound of the ages,
But through the pain, I see the fire.

No storm, no silent wind can break us,
Our star will guide us still.
As long as you're here, as long as you shine within,
I live for you, to remember what matters.

We share our fate, like bread split in two,
This unity—a fracture and salvation.
One sky hangs over all, over everything,
One truth rules the fleeting moment.

Here, there is no freedom to tear at the seams,
Here, there is but one truth, beyond measure.
God save this eternal regime,
Where we have become a single world.

Боже храни диктатуру

Something More

A Rilke book by the bedside,
My shirt soaked in your scent.
The bottomless night is fleetingly beautiful,
A tender twilight of a winter morning.

Something more than just me—
It warms when you open your eyes.
Rhymes for the word love—
Not cliché, not crude.

To say I love you—
It is tenderness,
It is courage,
It is rain over the wasteland.

It is rain over the graveyard,
Deep within the heart,
Where all who were once loved
Now rest.

Where all who once loved
Now lie.

2025

Что-то большее

And She Never Came

In my apartment, bathed in starlight,
I awaited her, cloaked in radiance.
Sparks of our gazes intertwined,
My heart burned with the magic of love.

We sat, we laughed, we spoke
Of life’s scripts, as if played in a film.
In our secret refuge, silently enamored,
We wove fate’s threads like a mystical tale.

She came with the sunset, left with the dawn,
Between tender words and trembling hearts.
Our endless nights passed in a moment,
Sheltered from the weight of the world.

But one day, the snow fell outside,
And she never came. The days drizzled endlessly.
In the emptiness of my heart, like a desolate desert,
She never returned, and her traces were lost.

2025

И она не пришла

Euphoria

A touch—an electric burst,
Igniting flames from old archives.
Who am I to you? No answer is needed,
I see only your boundless light.

Breathing you in—like catching a star,
Believing in "tomorrow," even in the void.
A frostbitten sting, the tenderness of winter waves,
I am with you till the end, till spring’s return.

The evening weaves its pattern of shadows,
But knowing you exist is enough.
You are meaning, rhythm, a distant glow,
The air that burns in every turn.

In the chance twists of dusty roads,
In the touch of the wind, in reflections at my feet,
In the fire of sunsets, behind a wall of rain—
You forever resound with warmth.

It matters not—frost or blazing heat,
As long as each day begins and ends
With you.

2025

Эйфория

Snow

Street, midnight, and behind you—
Crystals falling from the sky,
Your hesitation, your fear,
Your laughter, light and full of wonder—
It’s beautiful.

You lay beneath the starry sky,
A moment to remember,
To echo back one day
Through vast new meetings.

The snow falls freely,
Covering everything,
Silently, softly,
Erasing all our future mistakes.

And there, on your lashes,
Snowflakes melt,
You smile at me—
A reward for something unspoken.

And everything will be fine, I’ll disturb you
Just a little—but forever.
You smile, and the snow is so beautiful
On your lashes in winter’s night.

2025

Снег

The Weary Caress of a Portrait

1
You are the reflection of all my past love,
Full of energy, youth, and thirst for life.
And inside, a piercing sense of a sparkling game,
A feeling of connection through past lives.
How many touches have we shared?

2
And in this life, will there be
Anything more between us than glances
At each other in the dim light of this cinema hall?
My thoughts are filled with you alone,
Another devotion to Aphrodite.

3
Why do I need a world where I cannot touch you?
The thaw drips, extinguishing the fire of a cigarette,
While a flame ignites within me, perhaps
Born of misunderstanding and surrender to feeling.
But what if I kill the sprouts of love once more?

4
And what if I do not worship eternal love,
But simply kill the deepest part of myself
And return to the path of ordinary existence,
Where there is no place
For the weary caress of your portrait?

2025

Усталая ласка портрета

Brahms

You are incomparably warm, a vintage glow,
As original as yet another autumn,
And your wandering gaze
Lures me into a labyrinth.

You know of Brahms and Shakespeare,
But never delved too deep—and that’s beautiful.
Everyone has their own exits, their own escapes,
And everyone plays more than one role.

For me, your laughter is a reward,
Fevered dreams on a burning night.
A career is wonderful, but it won’t keep you warm.
Remember me—without sorrow.

To be near you so often
And never dare to speak the truth—
Not even an enemy deserves such fate.
Better to lie on a balcony under the sun.

Why does spring exist?—so the sun may shine.
Why do you exist?—so you may be loved.
To believe in something, in the power of the human spirit,
While a mist of tenderness drapes the mountains of longing.

A wound is the place where the light enters us.
A sudden, strange emptiness—
Not even emptiness, but silence,
And not despair, but stillness.

As if nothing had crumbled, yet all had frozen in place.
For a tender gaze, like a sharp turn,
Can twist all paths into a maze.
She looked at me in wonder—

And I suddenly,
Quite unexpectedly,
Understood
That I had loved this woman all my life.

2025

Брамс

You Deserve a Poem in Your Name
1
Maybe this summer will be rainy.
 Why does your gaze always drift away?
 I hardly know you…
 A streetlamp glows dimly.
An evening walk in the park,
 Spilled across the dusk.
 I brushed against you by chance,
 You said something to me.
We head to a café, where the scent of coffee
 Cannot overpower your gentle aroma.
 I can’t recall exactly —
 Was it lilac, or roses,
Or sea breeze, or sunlight above the water?
 I won’t invent an image of you
 In my mind.
 What you are is enough for me.
Just your being is enough.
 I don’t know why I write this…
CHORUS
Why does everything
 Always feel so singular?
I thought I had already died inside.
 But you, your mere existence
 Brought me back to life.
2
I don’t know how
 To bring my thoughts to you…
 Afraid to seem foolish or awkward,
To scare you off, to drive you away,
 To part before we even meet
 On a quiet walk,
 Alone in a dark alley,
Talking about this and that.
 If only I were a painter —
 But all I can do is write these verses…
 Because you deserve
A poem in your name, an epic,
 A world laid in ruins,
 A conquered kingdom,
 An entire universe (all of space in parentheses).
I lie scrolling through socials,
 The city hums gently outside.
This overflow of feelings
 Will not let me be.
CHORUS
Why does everything
 Always feel so singular?
I thought I had already died inside.
 But you, your mere existence
 Brought me back to life.

Lyrics and music by Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер

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“A New Album of New Poems About Love”

An abstract hip-hop music album.

Год Таер. 2025.

Ты заслужила в честь себя поэму

I Wrote These Lines Instead of Your Portrait
1
And you’re somewhere under
 This starry sky…
 Why do lights go out?
 So that someday
We might talk about it.
 I wrote these lines instead
 Of your portrait —
 I don’t even know
If they turned out well.
 But they are special,
 Because in them
 Is you.
This has happened to me before —
 Thousands of cigarettes,
 Thousands of coffees ago —
 Sunsets, dawns replacing each other,
All for the chance
 To someday meet you.
 Even in a dream.
 That would be enough,
Not too little —
 It’s everything.
 To know these lines
 Will enter the egregore
And one day reach you.
CHORUS
And the dim glow of the night lamp,
 And the warm spring-summer night,
 And I’m afraid to write you,
 Don’t know why.
Believe in yourself and your dream.
 Believe in something bright.
 To be kinder and purer —
 That’s beautiful and eternal.
To be kinder and purer —
 That’s beautiful and eternal.
2
And they will reach you one day,
 These lines,
 Suddenly, irrevocably,
 (In parentheses — or maybe not),
 And someone else will write you
New inspired-inspiring
 Lines.
A star
 Burns high above the rooftop.
 I was born in a beautiful time,
 The time when you were born.
A stately, sweet birch
 In the midst of a concrete city
 On the edge
 Of a great empire.
Homeland, sky, love.
 You’ll forever remain in the depths of my heart.
 Sorry — again.
 I was swept up by euphoria
From seeing your
 Photo online.
 Girl of the metamodern age.
CHORUS
And the dim glow of the night lamp,
 And the warm spring-summer night,
 And I’m afraid to write you,
 Don’t know why.
Believe in yourself and your dream.
 Believe in something bright.
 To be kinder and purer —
 That’s beautiful and eternal.
To be kinder and purer —
 That’s beautiful and eternal.

Lyrics and music by Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер
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“A New Album of New Poems About Love”

An abstract hip-hop music album.

Год Таер. 2025.

Я написал эти строки вместо твоего портрета

To Love You Even More Than the Homeland — That Is Majestic
1
For the first time in this short life
 I’ve fallen in love — consciously.
 Not with a devouring love,
 But one that asks nothing in return.
To see your face, your smile, your laughter —
 I sit like a fool, remembering,
 Smiling to myself
 Into the void of a lonely room.
It’s impossible to love without pain,
 But one can love simply, quietly,
 Irrevocably.
 Without spilling the feeling,
Without letting the heart burn up,
 But keeping in it
 A glowing ember
 Of your emerald gaze,
That reassembles my whole world.
2
Look at the drifting clouds —
 Sunlight through them
 Guides a trembling, austere,
 Tender, brave,
Irrevocable youth.
 Freedom is no longer innocent.
 Just breathe in the fresh morning wind
 And step into a new, elevated day.
To love you more than anything,
 Even more than my homeland —
 That is majestic.
 Order, hierarchy, discipline —
I must be sincere,
 Loyal and active,
 Trying not to forget your name —
 Otherwise, why should I be?
A girl in the style of Hermann Hesse.

Lyrics and music by Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер
==
“A New Album of New Poems About Love”

An abstract hip-hop music album.

Год Таер. 2025.

Любить тебя даже сильнее Родины это величественно

A Girl in the Style of Hermann Hesse
1
An unexpected light — so soothing, so wondrous.
 These seconds cancel out and redeem the years of dark.
 A trembling leaf in a candid chapter
 On the pages of an art nouveau novel.
Idleness of days and the longing of sunset,
 Velvet hats, the scent of Venice.
 One rule of party discipline:
 The minority submits to the majority.
Not whimsy, not droplets in phrases —
 This plunge into you is swifter than awakening.
 Like a god immersed in his muse,
 He quietly renounces all arrogance.
Waiting in crowded theaters,
 Your silhouette — through lamps and air.
 One must not fear to sometimes reveal
 The heart, even if it costs a battalion.
So easy
 To fall with your heart
 For a girl in the style of Hermann Hesse.
2
A fragile veil — between wind and shadow,
 Morning in a watercolor dress.
 A challenge to cruelty, nectar for salvation,
 Poured like ozone into veins.
If I know you’ll come,
 I can wait forever.
 A temple in my chest — in deed and in light,
 Where prayer and midnight blend.
Modern society survives
 Through the spread of false consciousness —
 Via media, pop culture,
 And consumerist worship.
But I feel good between dream and the trail of perfume,
 In silence where the tea cup cools.
 To someday become a name
 Forgotten in your realm of fallen names.
So easy
 To fall with your heart
 For a girl in the style of Hermann Hesse.

Lyrics and music by Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер

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“A New Album of New Poems About Love”

An abstract hip-hop music album.

Год Таер. 2025.

Девушка в стиле Германа Гессе

Immerse Yourself in the Eternal Morning of an Endless Day
1
You’re like the first ray of sunlight,
 Like the breath of early autumn.
 Am I indifferent to you?
 Or did I just imagine it?
Do I come to you in dreams?
 Do you think of me now and then?
 Or have my face and name not
 Left a trace on your soul?
Yet I remembered all of it.
 What color are my eyes?
 I dream of seeing myself
 Reflected in yours.
Would you want me
 To give all of myself
 In worship of your
 Emerald gaze?
Or do you not need that?
 What do you need?
Is this love?
 Or are you simply spring embodied?
 This April revived my soul.
 These weightless, tenderly greening days.
CHORUS
 Immerse yourself in the eternal morning of an endless day,
 You are the anthem of a warm summer yet to come.
2
Like your gaze,
 Tearing through my space
 Without pain, without sorrow —
 Only pure, tender inspiration.
Only the pure ether
 Of your gentle lips,
 That won’t be mine —
 I’ve decided so.
This bright April
 Must not be tainted.
This space frames
 The outlines of your perfect form,
 So striking
 Against the ordinary.
No. This space won’t profane you.
 I won’t profane you.
 I’ll hold back —
 You won’t hear my confession
Until I feel it…
 Nymph of the streams,
 Of the concrete forest,
 Girl of the metamodern age.
Where and with whom do you greet the dawns?
 Under skies of azure or baby blue?
CHORUS
 Immerse yourself in the eternal morning of an endless day,
 You are the anthem of a warm summer yet to come.

Lyrics and music by Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер
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“A New Album of New Poems About Love”

An abstract hip-hop music album.

Год Таер. 2025.

Окунайся в вечное утро бесконечного дня

I Wonder What You Think of Me
1
I repeat myself,
Again and again,
 Every line — a rework
 Of past thoughts and phrases.
 All my texts are stolen
From my earlier notes,
 So banally lyrical.
 Forgive me, please,
 For this.
For rethinking
 What you’ll never know
 About me.
 Or maybe you will —
I don’t know.
 I know nothing.
 I’m not dying, I’ll stay alive,
 Just to see
How your life turns out beautifully,
 How your dreams come true.
 I wonder what you think of me —
 Pale-tender neck,
Blue pendant,
 Stickers, lipstick,
 That hair and the linen shirt,
 And such a meaningful, elevated gaze.
You’ve figured out I’m writing about you
 (In parentheses — if you’re reading this, of course).
2
Beige concrete half-light.
 A profile in sunglasses.
 Incomprehensibly beautiful —
 The play of light and shadow.
To dedicate these lines
 To half-closed eyes,
 An ashen smile in mirror reflections —
 Today’s leitmotif.
Where does time carry us?
 All this is so fascinating,
 Not stupid, not vulgar,
 Not simple, not complicated.
It’s natural —
 To be inspired by you.
 To dream, to wake
 With thoughts of you,
Yet not to need.
 This is all — this is you,
 This is — beautiful and eternal.
 It was a blessing to cross paths with you.
And life —
 Is a field of experiments,
 Try to cross it.
Believe in yourself and your dream.

Lyrics and music by Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер
==
“A New Album of New Poems About Love”

An abstract hip-hop music album.

Год Таер. 2025.

Интересно что ты думаешь обо мне?

I. You Said Why Dedicate Poems to Me
1
You said: “Why dedicate poems to me
 if it’s easier to give flowers?”
 There was a grain of truth in that joke. It was clear: you weren’t speaking of the body,
 but of the joyful and boundless force.
And that broke down the borders inside me.
 And in that was all that was needed:
 new thinking, a rebirth.
 Let us then be radiant in deeds and in life.
One day I’ll finish watching Euphoria in euphoria with you.
 Everyone tells me: stay yourself
 but I want to become something greater than I am.
 How does a rave sound over Pyongyang?
You are a king: live alone. On a free road
 go where your free mind draws you.
 You know, homeland above all — it’s kind of cool
 to preserve a Proustian sense of the world within.
2
Let it go on and on,
 let it lead nowhere.
 In the warm, delicate moonlight
 the leaves do not stir.
Copper sun, warm wind blowing in my face.
 You can touch the sky with your hand.
 What power does a man have
 who doesn’t even ask for the thinnest tenderness?
How sensual and powerful
 your locks, glowing with copper,
 under the light from a still of a Trier film —
 the half-darkness, a glass, cigarette smoke, a teapot.
Labor, love, the state, service to the state,
 order, family, social protection —
 No, we will not be judged by success,
 our descendants will only ask how loudly we cried “Yes!”,
how brightly in us burned the flame of will.
 Love of the homeland is no crime.
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Lyrics and music by Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер

"Supreme Measure of Social Protection"

An experimental abstract hip-hop music album.

Год Таер. 2025.

Ты говорила зачем мне посвящать стихи

VI. Simple Words
1
I could insert a fragment of Brodsky here,
 and it likely wouldn’t be considered plagiarism.
 It feels as though I’ve lived thirty years
 in endless, total depression.
In one sociological study
 it was stated that forty-seven percent
 of the population feels the same.
 I can’t do half-hearted passions. And you?
And it was the right decision
 to make abstract hip-hop again,
 as I identify it —
 for it will be too late only when I’m dead.
Over the city hung a sky,
 gray and flat as a screen without signal —
 as if the world were waiting for you to decide
 what all these streets mean.
Chorus
As long as spring does not die on earth,
 the heart will not stop beating.
 As long as the moon runs after the sun,
 like music, will sound
these simple words —
 I love you.
 You know.
 I love you.
2
Our blood strives for new goals,
 thirsts for new ideas,
 new movement to exhaustion,
 new sacrifices in which we will reject ourselves.
The supreme measure of social protection
 that stands in the title of these simple,
 intimate, and inspired lines,
 filled with the images of all before and after you.
And one day we will be able to say proudly
 that we were lucky to reach perfection
 on a new pedestal of fate.
 A seagull flies over the waves, just chilling.
And I just sat and cried.
 It was hard, but necessary.
 Rain is wet, death inevitable,
 and love is free and eternal.
Chorus
As long as spring does not die on earth,
 the heart will not stop beating.
 As long as the moon runs after the sun,
 like music, will sound
these simple words —
 I love you.
 You know.
 I love you.

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Lyrics and music by Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер

"Supreme Measure of Social Protection"

An experimental abstract hip-hop music album.

Год Таер. 2025.

Простые слова

V. And My Dear Replied
1
As if I’d absorbed so much already,
 and still not enough.
 Don’t despair, keep going —
 the best experience is practice.
You gathered into yourself
 what was once the best of me.
 And it feels awkward to repeat
 yet again what I said
to others before you, at the dawn of a new day.
 Still gnawing at me, that joke about flowers and poems.
 To be serious is foolish and vulgar —
 but it simply struck me.
For I am among those lovers
 who lay claim to who-knows-what,
 and yet can offer as a gift
 only their heart.
Chorus
And my dear replied:
 — I wish with all my soul:
 if death, then instant,
 if wound — then small.
2
To try to slip in a joke
 in the spirit of Bogdan Lisevsky?
 I’ve fallen out of love with name-dropping,
 but sometimes you can’t do without it.
A true artist creates for eternity.
 There is no life after death.
 The bourgeoisie has set in place a monolithic
 dictatorship with no way out.
A sense of comfortable
 and hopeful solitude.
 Leaves rustle with the velvet of autumn,
 though it’s only June.
Though it’s only night
 in which I reconsider what
 will be important for you too.
 Everything passes, smiling gently.
Chorus
And my dear replied:
 — I wish with all my soul:
 if death, then instant,
 if wound — then small.

==
Lyrics and music by Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер

"Supreme Measure of Social Protection"

An experimental abstract hip-hop music album.

Год Таер. 2025.

И родная отвечала

ii publishing is a must
1
 we walk along the park alleys
 trees stand like my lines without rhymes
 their crowns random
 why do you appear in dreams nastya
 in feeds earrings in lace
 i read you poems at random
 revealing myself little by little
and you smile and say
 publishing is a must
 the world should know both weakness and strength
 the world should hear the breath
even if the rhythm breaks
 even if the line trembles
 your words are the flow of a river
 where everything begins
and i think poetry is
 a way to survive among gray buildings
 this year they harvested a record crop
 the transition to universal
 mandatory primary education is complete
 more students study in soviet universities
 than in england germany france italy and japan combined
2
 i am afraid my lines sound too simple
 and too open
 but you answer simplicity
 is your truth
 people pass by
 each with their closed face
 and only you can read
 the inner texts of passersby
 the wind flips the notebook page
 the wind helps find continuation
 and suddenly it becomes clear
 this is the beginning of life
poetry unity love
 i draw your portrait in a hurry
 the pencil trembles like a morning cigarette
 the lines are simple and awkward
 but there is no less sincerity than in the lines
 hard times are the foundation of our life
 vibe melancholic and energetic
 like a sunset over a noisy city when the air smells of rain
 and asphalt and inside everything boils

Lyrics and music by Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер
“We”
 An experimental abstract hip-hop music album
 Год Таер. 2025.

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v sudden revelation
1
 and suddenly revelation love
 is also street light
 burning against
 sleepless darkness
 we lie on the soft blanket of night
 and windows of houses turn into eyes
 watching us as if they know
 every heartbeat
 to love each other
 but not turn love into chains
 shadows stretch across walls
 like melted memories
 and even the ticking of clocks
 seems like the melody of a distant star
 you whisper something beautiful
 and these words become a fabric
 in which i weave patterns
 from your kisses and my fears
 in fact each of us
 is a theatrical play
 watched from the second act
 everything is very cute but impossible to understand
2
 every night is a small country
 where we lose and find ourselves
 i love you like a party a prototype
 of a future society of people their unity
 discipline power and collective labor conscience
 the organizing heart of resurrecting humanity
 the river glides through sleep
 and in its water reflect cities
 we have never seen
 and faces we have never known
 do you think after triolism
 to feel for you such strong
 burning inspiring emotions
 is it normal at all
 at the edge of the earth in the evening windows of high rises
 glowed with different lives as if the city
 held thousands of letters inside itself
 without daring to send a single one

Lyrics and music by Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер
“We”
 An experimental abstract hip-hop music album
 Год Таер. 2025.


И вдруг озарение

iv the boat
1
 and i see how reflection
 intertwines with the present
 in the everyday of great constructions
 in cheerful clatter in lights and sounds
hello country of heroes
 country of dreamers country of scientists
 we sail away from the shore slowly
 leaving behind
all past lives and fears
 all wards and city dust
 oars creak like old lines
 that still sound inside me
and i understand that every drop
 becomes the beginning of music
 you laugh easily and freely
 as if the world cannot hold us
and this laughter fills the space
 better than any symphony
 night falls on the water softly
 lamps reflect like stars
2
 we ourselves are the sky
 the boat floats effortlessly across the bay
 the wind pushes us to the unknown
if there is fate
 it is probably in this water
 there is only one way to achieve
 all social goods – to struggle to work to win
 the city greets us with a dark breath
 the asphalt shines from the rain
 lamps tremble like tired thoughts
 and signs form random symbols
 gray leaden clouds on bright azure sky
 how beautiful cool and fresh it is
 you say all artists are the same
 and smile so that i want
 to tear down all barracks walls
 and build a house only for your smile

Lyrics and music by Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер
“We”
 An experimental abstract hip-hop music album
 Год Таер. 2025.

Лодка

i you stood at the gate
1
 i dont remember where i went more often to vurnarka
 or to the dacha but now i quit and often
 hang out at novoselsky beach and sometimes
 in the techno garage under gabba near novocheboksarsk
 you stood at the gate and locked it
 and you were so close
 and i so wanted to kiss you
 maybe it was the last time we saw each other
 the city reflects in the cup of coffee
 broken into houses and bus stops
 the state is the homeland the homeland is our state
 the sun glides along the shop window
in my grief there is nothing unusual
 maybe it is worth staying in the world
 and meeting hundreds more sunrises
 i write something on a scrap of paper
 tears fall from the sky like diamonds
 everything left are only absurd dreams
 fresh strength was eaten again by spring
 the wave scattered you and him
 in all directions
2
 like a spell against silence
 like i can hold my breath
 in the intertwining of letters in notebooks
 a girl enters with a book of voznesensky
her steps sound like free verse and it seems
 the whole world adjusts to her rhythm
 i catch her gaze and understand
 that everything is possible even after farewells
that even a tired heart can beat in a different measure
 her name soft as morning her name sounds like the road home
 and it seems to me that all wars stay far outside the window
 bourgeois wives for some reason notice me
but in this confidence there is a slight uncertainty
 the world begins again from this morning
 tears fall from the sky like diamonds
 everything left are only absurd dreams
 fresh strength was eaten again by spring
 the wave scattered you and him
 in all directions

Lyrics and music by Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер
“We”
 An experimental abstract hip-hop music album
 Год Таер. 2025.


Ты стояла у ворот

iii life is rougher and simpler
1
 your hair falls on your shoulders
 like rachmaninoffs notes on yellowed sheets
 each stroke on paper
 a continuation of music
 you look at the drawing closely
 recognize yourself in the gaze
 with which i see you
 in this random geometry
iron necessity
 the furious thirst for life
 to build and if needed
 to fight and win
for the state creates a nation
 giving freedom and therefore
 effective existence to the people
 who recognize their moral unity
 and in the portrait there is no color
 only a trembling line
 and it speaks about you
 more than mirrors
 and when i sign the page
 it feels like signing life
 that began the moment
 you entered the café with a book of voznesensky
2
 we walk the corridors of collective memory
 paintings hang like windows
 in which our centuries are frozen
russian construction russian steel
 russian troika russian distance
 our great brotherhood took berlin
 and it will endure trials without flinching
you stop at the portrait
 and look at her face for a long time
 as if comparing it with yourself
 and smile slightly illuminated by the light
 at the moment our gazes meet
 and silence becomes louder than speech
 you say art is not technique
 but only an attempt to hold a moment
and i think the whole history of art
 is an attempt to find your profile
 in the line of the shoulder in the curve of the arm
you whisper everything is too beautiful
 but in life everything is rougher and simpler

Lyrics and music by Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер
“We”
 An experimental abstract hip-hop music album
 Год Таер. 2025.

В жизни все грубее и проще

vi you sleep beside me
1
 you sleep beside me and in this calm
 the whole universe fits in the palm
 and it seems even time
 can pause to look at us
 light penetrates through curtains
 and warms cold walls
 you open your eyes slowly
 as if seeing the world for the first time
 the city hums outside
 but inside us it is quiet and calm
 every object comes alive
 under the sign of morning light
 should one always endure parliament
 so that it presents an unworthy spectacle
 arousing general disgust
 should one in the name of freedom allow
 anyone the freedom to kill the freedom of all
 and should one yield space to those who declare
 their hostility to the state
 and work on its destruction
2
 do not believe people
 telling how unhappy they are
 ask them only if they can sleep
 yes then everything is fine that is enough
 i rise your hair
 floats softly and weightlessly
 and even the cup on the table
 seems filled with history
 the stage of our journey is reached
 we are still ready to face the world of tasks
 standing before us tomorrow and they will meet
 our courage our faith our will
 i feel your heartbeat
 and understand that all nights and dreams
 were preparation for this moment
 when love and time merge
 steps are heard again on the street
 but now they do not disturb
 they are like music accompanying
 our acts of love between dreams

Lyrics and music by Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер
“We”
 An experimental abstract hip-hop music album
 Год Таер. 2025.


Ты спишь рядом

3 and tomorrow morning we will understand everything 

1
from the church outside the window constantly plays
 gabba of bells music from above
 my sleepless will
 served as a constant anesthetic

memories are hell
 from which we cannot be expelled
 we met later already students
 you said you had thought about me

any ambitious move is a risk
 love never dies a natural death
 it is murdered by people
 intelligent hooliganism

and this wind and all that was will scatter into sleep
 and tomorrow morning we will understand everything
 but where shall i write how will i know your path
 it doesn’t matter he said softly write anywhere

2
god taer is russian new sincerity
 time is only the surface of eternity
 i will give concerts in new york bars
 breathe under the same skies as zendaya

i live both for myself and for the crowd without dichotomy
 i am everything death is nothing to be a neural net in your head
 i do not ask for approval
 i create because i can create

to love means to remember yourself in another
 time is the greatest dramatist
 it rewrites every fate
 to mentally change winter into spring and fall in love

no thought ever melts without a trace
 i am literally mcnulty from the wire
 when you come home at the end of the road
 dip your palms into the volga

==
hans castorp leaves the magic mountain

an experimental abstract hip-hop album.

Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер aka God Tayer

2025

И завтра утром мы все поймем

2 suicide 

1
it seems i can do anything
 and then it shifts into depression
 once trees were taller
 and the simpsons sharper and funnier

achieved triumph is play and torment
 the taut string of a tight bow
 stars are a net fish are us
 olympian gods are ghosts of my personal darkness

there is no beauty without struggle
 no strength without striving forward
 but does a person ever stop growing
 i remember those crowns of trees above us

tall green grass sways violently in the storm
 in the clearing by the cemetery behind the church
 and suddenly you rise lie down on top of me
 and fall silent and i stare into the high sky

2
only that communist and true atlas
 who burned all bridges of retreat and mined the way back
 for the sake of our tomorrow we will burn raphael
 destroy museums trample the flowers of art

if only van gogh had seen this yellow
 seeing beauty we are afraid
 will we be able to understand it
 this is called dawn my fair lady

happiness is such a rarity
 in this boundless ocean
 suicide is the only philosophical question
 worthy of attention

you only have youth
 which you can sell
 you must cross the egregore with new individuals
 to find a new renewed self

===
hans castorp leaves the magic mountain

an experimental abstract hip-hop album.

Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер aka God Tayer

2025

Самоубийство

6 wilhelm meister’s years of learning

1
a new life in the old new brave world
 wilhelm meister’s years of learning
 my heart is an engine it is not allowed to stop
 danger courage audacity and strength

leads me forward and motivates me
 to learn all my life from my own and others’ mistakes
 does anyone really learn from others
 youth is stronger than mistakes death love

a peach ceiling over golden lights of suburban weekdays
 people walk along cozy after work evening errands
 snow underfoot is gray then blue then white and black
 you stepped out of the bath only for me

 you know the hum of the trolleybus passing by
 was like a line of a letter written to you
 and evoked the same sweet thrill in the chest
 the world changes when the person changes

2
we are together how much does your freedom cost
 you just stepped away for an hour
 there is an irresistible force of youth in you
 there is a flame in you that can warm others

the past is always closer than it seems
 it breathes in every one of our breaths
 to touch your curls
 all dreams come true you must act with the word

autumn leaves swirl between cars
 the city for a moment became a forest path
 what was it between us
 the inner world of a person is richer than any wealth

in the movie of my life i play the leading role
 delegating the other roles is basic
 but first you must understand the nuances yourself
 before delegating trample their paradise attila

==
hans castorp leaves the magic mountain

an experimental abstract hip-hop album.

Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер aka God Tayer

2025

Годы учения Вильгельма Мейстера

1 what did you leave me 

1
at school teachers said i was gifted
 but lazy they say that to everyone
 and in fact i was smarter than adults
 courage audacity rebellion youth

this is the right to scream loudly into the face of the universe
 once my friend came over
 and we drank a liter bottle of cherry blazer
 to pink floyd’s album the wall

 bird sounds drowning in the thick july air
 a strange feeling weightless and elusive
 as if the world were painted in watercolor
 and about to dissolve any second

 i am vast i contain multitudes
 i give all my strength only to those nearby
 i wait for you at the doorstep
 you know will is stronger than fate

2
the vurnary district used to be a region
 skipping classes olympiads and political arguments
 walking until dawn during holidays
 the world seems vast and incomprehensible

and sometimes it seems the world is comprehensible
 extreme emotional swings have always been there
 there is nothing atypical in my sorrow
 imitation of those who joined the twenty seven club

telling the truth is easy and pleasant
 a pillow soaked with tears and tons of night sms
 but love shows itself in actions they say not in words
 now i know you must burn your heart in the fire of motion

her name burned into my heart
 and even now it resurfaces crashes over me like a wave
 and what is left for me now
 and what did you leave me

==
hans castorp leaves the magic mountain

an experimental abstract hip-hop album.

Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер aka God Tayer

2025

И что ты мне оставила?

5 lithium 

1
and so i was left alone and the words grow better
 a new prologue to a new happy long life
 hello my dear friend mc stomatitis
 i am leaving abstraction for post constructivism

it is heavy days merge one into another
 vurnary is my personal magic mountain
 cheboksary is my personal nagorno karabakh
 but i vaguely feel inside

that everything behind me is only a prologue to a great life
 after every apocalypse there is this feeling
 a necessary period of coming of age
 through pain and darkness through the quiet loud whisper of prayer

through self flagellation and dreams of the lost
 life does not end with the death of a person
 the person ends
 i must seek meaning inside myself not around

2
no one told me this find support within yourself and
 you will become stronger than all last signs of life
 it is shameful to be useless to yourself to family to the state
 above the homeland there may be only love what do you think

the memory of happiness
 is happiness itself
 i believe in small gradual changes
 cobblestones were once a beach

lithium constricts and expands consciousness
 to become an apprentice to a master
 to conquer new peaks worlds personalities
 time no longer heals now it teaches

we met on the bank of the volga
 and thought it was eternity
 human destiny is metamodern
 to pursue endlessly retreating horizons

==
hans castorp leaves the magic mountain

an experimental abstract hip-hop album.

Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер aka God Tayer

2025

Литий

10 the beginning of a new beautiful era

1
and here i am sitting on a beach filled with files
 a new number on the profile new albums
 and again alone like a cassette without a player
 and that moment when thirty year old milfs

are no longer mom’s friends but mine an old joke haha
 i calmed my mind with a beat in headphones
 all my music is meant for listening in headphones
 or in a techno garage everything that was was only a prologue

everything that will be is a clean google docs page
 a beautiful life but with a glitch in the background
 i am sure remission can be eternal
 i will do everything i can i will manage everything i will

even if the noose breaks
 even if the finale is harsh
 to move forward even if ahead there is an abyss
 then the fall will be flight

2
and i am ready for the consequences of the fall of the roman empire
 as i am ready for the echo in concrete arches at my concert
 i did more good than bad
 love intoxication is destined for me by fate

never open your heart
 until you know the access code to another
 love is a hacker attack by one who knows nothing about hacking
 and i no longer open ports in brackets but i cannot be certain

to take care of yourself as of someone close
 otherwise the song of fate will not come together
 help only those who help themselves
 do not drain energy into empty chatter

while i am alive a star will not fade in the sky
 the sun will not drown in water
 everything will spring everywhere and always
 i wonder what awaits me ahead

thought hans castorp leaving the magic mountain

==
hans castorp leaves the magic mountain

an experimental abstract hip-hop album.

Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер aka God Tayer

2025

Начало новой прекрасной эпохи

7 being honest with yourself

1
the basic truth we are loved by those we do not love
 and what is close to me is blood and war love and order
 when the artist is left without a spectator
 he can finally speak with god

your beautiful bourgeois daughter with a burning gaze
 caresses me in a business class taxi
 you are a divine image in my abysses
 you came to me to dot all the i’s

and i sprinkle salt on your wound balcony clouds
 cigarettes coffee tears hugging at farewell
 what is wrong with me or is everything wrong with them
 the hardest thing is to be honest with yourself

perhaps it is time that makes art possible
 for it is the overcoming of death
 and quiet heat lightning over rus
 in the underground every listener matters

2
patches of memories wove a carpet of the inner world
 to write abstract hip hop poems
 memory belongs to me and rules me in return
 before finding love find yourself

memory is the only form of meeting
 with lost time all that was beautiful
 went down the drain this happens in startups
 pile the books into bonfires dance in their joyful light

they tried to bury us
 but they did not know we were seeds and never will
 the evening sky reflects in the mirrors of buildings
 constellations settled inside the city

constant fire storm of motion
 one hour of a swift life is dearer to me
 than a whole century of sleepy existence
 he who does not strive forward has long been dead

==
hans castorp leaves the magic mountain

an experimental abstract hip-hop album.

Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер aka God Tayer

2025

Быть честным с самим собой

4 to read you poems at your knees

1
comradeship creativity labor
 homeland order love purity
 i listened to new order and that music bound us
 to be constantly on top not remembering tete a tete meetings

to play with feelings mutually sharp and tender
 to wake up and realize communism has long lived in the soul
 where there is love they do not ask why
 you texted me in the morning that it had come

the end of a beautiful era
 it seems love is stronger than time
 it turns minutes into eternity
 and you take the first bus to me

to read you poems at your knees to caress your knees
 the staircase of the old house smelled of dust and iron railings
 and in that smell decades were hiding
 quietly dissolved in everyday silence

2
it is not easy alone with fate
 you are silent the door is tightly shut
 but what is there for us to grieve about
 and what is there to recall now

i write politically socially psychologically
 epic novels of formation
 i write poems i could not have written at twenty
 an empty bar fast love with a waitress

understanding the world comes gradually
 through suffering hatred compassion
 you cannot be happy if you cause
 pain to others but suffering forms the soul

sometimes there are calls and meetings
 but these are only fading embers
 of the former grandeur of cosmic love
 everyone reaches what they are able to reach

==
hans castorp leaves the magic mountain

an experimental abstract hip-hop album.

Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер aka God Tayer

2025

Чтобы читать тебе стихи у коленей

9 trotsky

1
forward but without inseparable friends and old comrades
 now a new crowd and new muses
 if i want something to exist
 i must simply create it myself

do not fear failure otherwise you will never succeed
 i believe in small gradual changes
 not in running across the square with a flag and a cocktail
 there is no point in crying when you play and lose

in winter fog the park drowned in whiteness
 and the lamps glowed as if their flame breathed frost
 a movie in a cinema is like a book on a sunday morning
 during middle school holidays

i have a free morning today
 such wealth must not be neglected
 help only those who help themselves
 if i do not want to be disappointed in life

2
order in our world will be simpler and more correct
 we will wrap the whole earth in the skies of our power
 i fell in love with you as if for the first time
 they say the first love hurts the most

every day carries a trace of the morning when you were more alive
 an ocean of consciousness where egregores are waves and currents
 i keep your image in my heart like a flower in a book
 russian new sincerity meditation on ruins

a stream of images connected with you
 dadaist aesthetics trotsky einstürzende neubauten
 black hair stickers chips euphoria
 a couch an evening park the bloody brutal murder of love

forgive me and i believe asking forgiveness is not shameful
 atonement lies in tormenting one’s own soul
 and the world is built so that everything is possible in it
 and afterward everything can be fixed but should it my dear

==
hans castorp leaves the magic mountain

an experimental abstract hip-hop album.

Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер aka God Tayer

2025

Троцкий

8 abstract hip hop 

1
being a white collar worker is cool
 raindrops gently slide down office windows
 mc stomatitis preserved and developed god taer legend
 while i remained in the state of an object

on the edge between depression and suicide
 i am the shimmer on the eternal sea of years i am the sea itself
 poems about a beautiful girl an eternal girl
 and you will shake off the heavy sleep longing and loving

writing abstract hip hop is the hardest
 a stream of consciousness in the spirit of proust or joyce
 writing abstract hip hop is cheaper than psychotherapy
 a sunset in blood blood flows from the heart

and the eternal fight peace does not even dream of us
 to project the inner world into the outer world
 is a responsible task i am responsible for it
 even if right now only you are listening to me

2
start writing and it will go awkward carefully roughly
 abstract hip hop is just the frame i step beyond
 i create the music i myself would want to hear
 i want my word to rush forward like an engine into the night

it is like an inner valve so it does not tear you apart
 what would hip hop sound like in a world of victorious communism
 it is rather inappropriate to call this planet earth
 when it is obvious that it is ocean

the world consists of chaos so why add more
 the search for difficulties and enemies is so human
 through concrete blocks broke through
 the setting sun turning them into pink mountains

you know i wrote my first poem in a clearing
 by the cemetery where we once lay together
 in tall green grass wildly waving
 from the storm like in terrence malick films

==
hans castorp leaves the magic mountain

an experimental abstract hip-hop album.

Pavel Ivanov aka Год Таер aka God Tayer

2025

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