I don't know where to find my place,
Among the dead or the living.
Who will not live till the arrest?
Whom I will bury?
Suddenly a killer
Didn't become a victim.
Everybody have believed
In the impunity of sin.
And I see in a dream
Their faces.
Whom took from me
The cold of a blade.
A man in a brutal insanity
Makes the cult from the violence.
A crucifix is at the head,
But nothing is revere.
And no longer distinguish a friend from a scum.
And not recognize a slayer.
I want to forget, want to wash my hands from a dirt,
At last to enjoy the calm.
My last hour is already knocking at the door,
But I was ready and waiting for my death.
I will look in the eyes of my friends on the other side,
My conscience is clear with the living.
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