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…
