Knajpa morderców [English translation]

Don't seek the way, you'll find it in your heart...

Sad is the ex-murderers' tavern.

Don't be scared of the murderers' eyes

blazing in the dark when you walk inside.

Regardless theirs sinister whry faces,

Murderers are soft-hearted.

To gangs, armies and Black Hundreds

the've been knights yesterday, but jobless today.

Empty and cold and windy at the corners,

Old murderer is cleaning the glass on the bar.

Jukebox is playing wistful tunes,

Murderers are sitting and breaking the matches.

Sometimes a unfamiliar face flashes,

Soon somebody wil leave his table,

He'll be back in day with a neuter face

He'll curse the life and and buy a drink for all.

Soon everybody gathers around.

Above the glasses one can see theirs' eyes glitter

And all of them happen to feal much better

As still somebody needs a murderers!

Maybe at last some other day

Once again a great scrimmage begin

And the days worth jealousy will be back

When for the fun they'll be payed.

Once again rather than a flat bottle

they'll fell the familiar shape of parabellum.

And a vibration at the tip of the finger

Something like tingling here life there death...

Oh come back sweet hours of glory,

Famous chasing and famous shooting,

That's the only way to be young again

To kill and await the prize with a pride.

• Artist:Kult
• Album:Tata Kazika