удачи тебе, шамиль басаев, мой любимый суперзлодей
Someone still loves you, Shamil Basaev
Gently whirls down the snow above thy grave
And the world's as if it was as dazzling and brave
As thy last couple of smiles.
In secret i whisper, in secret i mine
Revenge us, burn down us, Heavenly Swine.
Moscow in autumn
Aware of to be
Willows will never meet
Strings never sound
In secret i shiver in secret i laugh
Redeem me from your heaven and inmost Giraffe