Чистый бес [Chistyj bes] [English translation]

From the darkness, from the stony night

it appears, under the polite knock

Slowly, but undoubtedly

outlined a white circle on the floor

And, without further preparation,

began the dance of innumerable hands

Where in every mad movement

an unknown sound arises:

"Don't leave me!"

No words, no laughter, no cries

I then fell into rapture, then into alarm

Without weeping, without sighing, without noise

it entered into the outlined circle

And wrapping me in terror like in silk

And all of a sudden showing me its eyes

Strewed me with warm ashes

And went out through spacious door

Don't leave me

even if you are a pure demon

Or take me with you

Or stay here

Don't leave me!

In the wide open windows under the wind

night beetles rushed about

And the weight from their forged wings

taking me with them

And I called without hope, without fear

But my voice sounded like someone else's

I yelled like a black bird

in clothes covered with ashes

• Artist:Nautilus Pompilius
• Album:Чужая земля