Себе не найдя двойников... [Sebe ne naydya dvoynikov...] [English translation]

Tight straps and elastic black leather,

From spider's saliva fishnets,

You caper in devilish doll clothes,

So sweet and so easy you fret.

Yet facts that my world is demolished

Don't bother you not in the least,

As if from bright light I am hiding,

From your eyes I crave for release.

Already strange pale and bleak shadows

Are peeking through window at us,

As if they perceive a crime scene here,

And crimes must now take place en masse.

In fact something else would occur here,

My hand wouldn't touch yours at all,

With mere expectation of swelter

We will stay apart yet so close.

Tight straps and elastic black leather,

From spider's saliva fishnets,

You frolic in devilish doll clothes,

Unsteady and light your regrets.

To run! Only where is this word now,

That's stronger than wrought iron chains?

And we have to live yet again, though

We failed to find stunts for ourselves...

• Artist:Piknik (Russia)
• Album:Королевство Кривых 2005