Сердце бьётся на три четверти [Serdtse b'yotsya na tri chetverti] [English translation]

Heart is beating at three-quarters pace,

Why do devils draw the circles' maze?

When returning through them

With one thread would be bound thou.

Not as one, then as other,

Not a slave, yet beholden soul.

To the words respond with breath alone,

That was wounded by the morning glow

Everything seems so wrong,

And the opened is now all locked.

And the rainbow, it seems, mixed up all

Of its colors' stock.

Heart is beating at three-quarters pace,

Everything will fit in hand embrace.

Hundreds of country winds,

That decided to hang themselves,

Hundreds of leaden bridges

That stand in a crescent shape.

• Artist:Piknik (Russia)
• Album:Тень Вампира 2004