Восковый Дождь [Voskoviy dozhd] [English translation]

The moon will show you the way instead of fire,

Hue of bustle has freed the peace of soul.

I'm not the one who you were waiting for,

Wait and look, do the good.

I'm arranging a chance as on a chessboard,

Don't turn away and take it.

I'm an imprint of hands, bearing the pain

And salt will leave their imprint.

I tear the flesh with teeth mercilessly and maliciously,

I hear the creaking of broken nails.

I heard the loud whispering of the death,

It felt itself transparent and powerless to fight.

A sound of being torn pantyhose and slamming eyelashes

Was exciting these thoughts.

When it's lying, praying and running,

Bro, believe me, I didn't want to kill her.

'cause it happens in life, I can't forswear from it.

To understand she was easier to lie... and if she

wouldn't scream

You weren't moaning, it has become quiet all around,

The heart has ceased to beat, it has become quiet...

If you can become me

Rain will fall down like a wall,

There's blood on the neck...

And fire in the eyes...

It will have melt (the sky) ..

And rain will fall down,

The wax rain !

I've closed my eye, not understanding anything,

Just the darkness came, and my eyes and face

became like the broken glass.

I didn't want to die, suppressing my anger by force,

like a beast of prey !

Life is a alluring melancholy .

Life, believe me, is not a game.

Get up, you've grown up to live.

Believe me, I didn't want to kill her.