Performed by Сплин (Splin)

Rendered in English by Your Humble Servant

Do not trust to any soul

Awful secrets that we know,

Never ever tell anyone

How we will die.

It is the real God that hides

In this book between the lines,

And he laughs admiring your face.

In my dream that now is gone

Stranger has a magic wand -

You are pretty like its graceful wave.

We are lying on the clouds,

And a river streams below,

All the bullets we have sent returned to us…