You think I'm going to pray to God? You're funny





YA khochu umeret' v lesu,
Svoim telom kormit' lisu
I yeyo nesmyshlonykh lisyat,
Oni golodny - pust' yedyat

Ili pust' iz otkrytykh ran
Moyey krovi nap'yotsya varan
V noch', kogda soberotsya groza,
Pust' on vyklyuyet mne glaza

I glaznits moikh yabloki skol'zkiye
Pust' nasadyat yezhi na igolki,
Zadykhayas' ot udovol'stviya,
Moyo serdtse pust' vygryzut volki

V moikh robrakh puskay murav'i
Muraveyniki stroyat svoi,
Belyy cherep na chornoy zemle
Pust' ubezhishchem sluzhit zmeye

Ili pust' cherez moy zhivot
Luchshe derevo prorastot,
Stanet kronoy moya golova
I na mne budet zhit' sova...