Lecturing Raskolnikov (Or How To Properly Stab An Old Widow) Songtext / Lyric

Raskolnikov:



"Everone spills it, the

blood," he answered, out of himself.

"Blood flows and has always flowed, as a

cascade. Those that make it flow like champagne

are crowned at the Capitol and are named the

benefactors of Humanity. I, once desired the good

of men and would've done hundreds, thousands of

good actions in exchange for this unique

stupidity, not even, this clumsiness! For the idea

in itself wasn't that stupid as it appears now (to

the light of Failure)



...to the light of Failure, everything seems

stupid, to the light of Vengeance, everything

seems justified, to the light of Pity, everything

seems out of value. But nonetheless, I will not

adopt your views: if I had been successful, I

would've been crowned instead."






Dounetchka:



"But it's not like that, not at

all! Brother, what say you?"



Raskolnikov:



"Ah! The form isn't good; the

form is not acceptable from the standpoint view of

aesthetic! And well, really, I don't understand

how dropping bombs on the people during a siege in

rule replies to a more honorable form? The fear of

aesthetic is the first sign of powerlessness...

Never, never before have I so consciously seen as

of now, and less than ever do I understand why my

particular deed is a crime! A crime? Never, never

before have I been more convinced then as of now.

Never!"



But while pronouncing the last sentence, his look

met the gaze of Dounia and he read so much

suffering in that gaze, he succumbed. He felt

that, despite all, he had brought sadness to these

two poor women, For he was, the cause of it all...