Инквизитор [Inkvizitor] [English translation]

Hell no, I don't feel like laughing,

Can't see windows and a doorway;

Grand Inquisitor himself came,

Came to torture me, that's certain.

The inquisitor keeps pressing,

Picking sharper of his tools:

"Tell me everything you know now,

You will feel much better soon."

He just wants to open me like a purse,

Like a simple suitcase; he knows only this,

In the emptiest one of all empty things

Double bottom exists, double bottom exists.

If I were a little stronger,

I would tell him: "No, my dear,

I don't know who I'm and where,

What dark forces reign supreme here;

And my feet have been ensnared

By a maze of long dark alleys..."

My tormentor disbelieves me,

Turns a screw to up his tally.

He just wants to open me like a purse,

Like a simple suitcase; he knows only this,

In the emptiest one of all empty things

Double bottom exists, double bottom exists.

I don't seem to 've been the first one

They've surrounded with such loving,

Medieval apparitions

Have been hiding out of sight here.

Ghostly shadows in the black capes,

Crawling out of every crevice,

Keep observing most intensely

What to do with their prey.

They've decided to open me like a purse,

Like a simple suitcase; they know only this,

In the emptiest one of all empty things

Double bottom exists, double bottom exists.

• Artist:Piknik (Russia)
• Album:Танец Волка