Boris Grebenshchikov - The Angel Calling, 1989

It’s always like this - Somebody puts some gunpowder into my brain, Into my brain - And then waits for the spark. And I say to myself - Come on now, do you really have to be that insane? Be that insane - Than off I go... Suppose I was made of steel, I’ll find myself a magnet, And I’ll call it your name, Call it your name And then paint it bright; And you’ll destroy me with light, You’ll burn me to cinders with your hands on my wheel - Your han