Фетиш [Fetish] [English translation]

This is all just a game, it begins,

Like a fall head first into storm.

Pay attention to all little things

When selecting a fetish charm.

It might be a light bracelet she wears,

And quite possibly her high heels,

Or a corset with tight black threads

And a glove that her hand still feels.

Like a poison beguiling the soul

Or like iodine on fresh sore,

It's a treasure I would extol,

That was once touching her skin before.

I watch you for a long time, belle,

Thoughts are spinning around my temple.

On the bracelet I put a spell

And I feel your hand starts to tremble.

For a long-long time later on

These red-hot words of yours won't cool down,

In a dark room your lines are drawn,

On the wall your vague features're found.

Like a spire on long spear head

Falling down: head first, not an arm,

Pay attention and don't end up dead

When selecting a fetish charm.

• Artist:Piknik (Russia)
• Album:Театр Абсурда 2010