Run to the long-cherished goal
Tuck your tail and run
In a riflescope
Run on the fresh corpses of the stars
The meaningless sense of duty
Will not let you down.
Assol has waited so long
Assol will wait a little longer
Run, breaking the doors
Run on the edge of evil.
With a meaningless smile of a beast
That only your mother could love
With gestures of a gorilla
Ans tenderness of a donkey.
Your Assol used to come
to the seashore, but she has died recently
Run in the proscenium
On the other people’s dreams.
Run on the piles of money
And on the spines of others’ ideas
Only death will overtake you,
Only death will find you.
And though no one chases you.
No one waits for you any longer
Run to the long-cherished goal,
Tuck your tail and run,
In a riflescope
Run on the fresh corpses of the stars.
The meaningless sense of duty
Will not let you down
Assol has waited so long
But Assol doesn’t wait for you anymore