Злая кровь [Zlaya krov'] [English translation]

Time doesn't wait,

When someone goes first

Or follows

Protecting himself,

Yet someone with fate

Plays follies.

Stay close to me and don't let me down,

[A] drop of poison won't hurt; don't frown.

And still I go, and still I go,

And wicked blood in my veins's boiling,

And wicked blood in my veins's boiling.

And still I go, and still I go,

I do not know myself where I go,

I do not know myself where I go.

Fairy tale's cruel,

As if on live wire

We walk

Among phantom shapes

And black specters, grim

And ugly.

Stay close to me and don't let me down,

[A] drop of poison won't hurt; don't frown.

And still I go, and still I go,

And wicked blood in my veins's boiling,

And wicked blood in my veins's boiling.

And still I go, again I go,

I do not know myself where I go,

I do not know myself where I go.

Children are stern,

But gestures of crones

Are playful.

From under masks

Of years they give smiles, again

Crooked.

Stay close to me and don't let me down,

[A] drop of poison won't hurt; don't frown.

And still I go, and still I go,

And wicked blood in my veins's boiling,

And wicked blood in my veins's boiling.

And still I go, again I go,

I do not know myself where I go,

I do not know myself where I go.