Оборотень [Oborotenʹ] [English translation]

Birds wrists are thinner than pages

It's a regret, that I'm walking without a heart

I would embrace your shadow

I would embrace your shadow

Night has turned inside out,

I have threw up souls and faces

I am no longer a werewolf

I am no longer a werewolf

Oh, nonhuman dancing

Oh, we are lonely rebels

On the strange land

In sand and ash

Of clay and dust

Such few

Bipedal

Without wool

I have ate myself, I watched

At the sun, that doesn't shine to me

I wanted you again

I wanted you again

I new all the words, which lies,

But here wouldn't help neither this nor that ones -

So many problems bodies have

So many problems bodies have

Oh, nonhuman dancing

Oh, we are lonely rebels

On the strange land

In sand and ash

Of clay and dust

Such few

Bipedal

Without wool

Stay alive is a movie not for all

Don't eat me, grey wind

Knock on me, it is a door

Knock on me, it is a door

Love is a path, arrow on the chest

I am the one, who doesn't exist in the world

Not a human, not a beast

Not a human, not a beast