Свой Среди Чужих [Svoj sredi chuzhikh] [English translation]

How fiercely glows

Maniac’s eyes.

He hates everyone alive.

But, however, he has no idea

That there is someone alike among the strangers!

Woods and settlements,

Trees and spruces,

And wolves are howling

In the settlement.

Again

Someone wants to play with him.

Nobody is around,

His heart beats only.

And his hands possess

A sharpened stick –

The best friend of him.

Something is not right here,

As if enemy is around.

His fist is as if it’s made of lead.

Oh moon, my friend,

Give me a telltale sign!

Strange as it may seem, but there is no alive people

In the settlement.

He recognized this familiar modus operandi.

Has he ever been here?

He couldn’t answer

The question himself.

What’s happened to my memory?

It’s collapsed.

But his insight

Suggested again

That someone forgotten by him at all

Had been there.

He forgot everything!

But suddenly,

Someone behind,

Just for fun,

Pushed a rusty hunting sword

Into his shoulder to the hilt

And maniac dropped dead,

Not having turned around.

Standing above the body

Smiling,

Someone shout out:

- Great work!

It is my follower!

You’ve learned the craft badly!

You’ve reached a dead-end!

To let someone

Be equal to me,

I let him in on all my secrets

That is why he is twice guilty!

I hate

These maniacs!

No one

Of my followers

Was able to defeat me.

• Artist:Korol' i Shut
• Album:(2006) Продавец кошмаров