My great fear from where it comes?
And where it goes out,I don't know.

It's look like sand in a bosom.
It's look like burning hair.

My great fear from where it comes
And where it goes out,I don't know.

May be the north wind brings
it with itself
And maybe I'm a tree
And maybe I'm fate,I'm fate.

It's look like sand in a bosom.
It's look like burning hair.

Maybe I drink it with water
running from my vein.
And maybe I'm a tree
And maybe I'm fate,I'm fate.

So fucking bad to live
Fucking pretty cry
Many people have reasons to live.
Some people have many reasons to die.

Fear,hate,pain.

So fucking bad to live
Fucking pretty cry
Kindman haven't right to speak
Waekman haven't right to shout.

Fear,hate,pain.

Once upon a time wise man lived and said
this phrase:Children are flouers of our life;
let's trample them.

And then people agree with his words,
They found them interesting.
Children are flouers of our life;
let's trample them.

And wise man saw the children with depth like the sky.
And wise man couldn't say anything to them
And couldn't anything his dirty feet.

People already trampled him.

When somebody watch to human creature,
He can notice an interesting tendention.
When they're getting blew,they began to praise
The life in all its aspects.

Evil artist Drew the life
Kind artist drew the death
Crazy hunter didn't
Understand the first and
The second
He wanted to know only
One thing
He wanted to know only
One thing:
Where's a pheasant
Where's a pheasant

People lose more
And win less
why someone must think about
more,if less.
Is near and can be touched with the hands?
People,shit is nearer than sky.
Touch shit with your hands!

Celebrate,grief,suck dick
Honest and dishonest.
Man in the street
You can't jump over your own head
- it's your words,it's my words,
it's their words,it's my shit.

Look at this girl
She's pretty
Look at this girl
She's smiles

Doesn't know
People are cretins
Doesn't know-they
Don't wanna die

She knows:

Life is a joy and happines
Life is a difficult thing

But:

Some people crying
Some people dying

What can you tell about this?

What do you want from stupid girl?
What can you tell about my tears?
What can you feel in a stupid World?
False,false,false,false,false,false...

Like a naturals event floats outside
After suitable presupposition

Like that the traditions reflectioned
On people's faces

Their fathers created their traditions
But modern people supports it carefully

He screams:Why so? and I replay:Why not?
Are you against?

She asks:Will it be another way?
And I replay:No,because you have one way
Which find out with traditions of the world
And you support it.

They die and I replay:The death isn't the
very awful thing.

It's my arm and it's my beauteful eye
My compassion and my running sing
On and on I hear the noise inside me
I think to keep it or not to keep
I was born with a beast,with a hole.
Soul is hole

Enemy lives by my body
He steals my happiness
I don't belong to me

Blackness... Whiteness
Black pale on the fate
Blister...
Fortune...
Shadow...
Pickles...
Wind.
Take him away from me

Enemy lives by my body
He steals my happiness
I don't belong to me

Man makes his sins,
Because day by day,
Life by life he sees world
Is shit

World is shit'cause
Day by day,
Life by life
Man makes his sins.