The Birthday Of My Death (Den' rozhdeniya moyei smerti)
Today at daybreak I lost a shadow of my hope I entangled myself in the nets Being too lazy to disentangle though And as if under the spell I forgot the order of days Is it my birthday today Or the day of my death?
I am all alone in this world Only emptiness awaits me ahead Is it roof or a thin line Under my feet? I am nearly God's equal I am higher than the king I will put my foot on the edge And say: "Hello, Earth!"
And then at one stroke I will solve all my problems And in the end I will sin By my imperishable ashes I know that sooner or later Whether you believe me or not It will come anyway - The birthday of our death...