Что ж душе моей все неможется Что ж...

Well my soul is unlucky
Well she's looking for everything in the night
Stumbling trembling, huddling
He wants to say a word, is silent


There is no couple to her kindred here
I realized that without further ado
All squint, rude, foolish
Beat the chains of their own shackles


Well she won't take the first
Who is shamelessly looking into the eyes
Let it turn out to be a bitch
It was less against than for


Compromises are the lot of reason
Unfamiliar to the poor soul
Hundreds of women and all are different
Not a single one is needed


I feel in the darkness, on a hunch
Looking down raving
Get sick and infect her
Cough up her on the go


She will fly out with a coarse hoot
Will fall wet in the snow
Spend her with a wild bark
I will accelerate my contempt


I step on the souls of men I
Tear them to shreds with the sole of a boot
No souls say, but my soul
The strangers have their legs tormented ...