A poet of deception,
I’ll muddle up your mind.
This world’s a mere invention,
With fools of every kind.

So grease their ears with honey,
And feed them foolish lies.
We bleat beneath the money,
While seeking food and skies.

Dismiss the sharp and bitter,
Refine the vile decay.
But tread with steps that glitter—
Don’t stir the rot, they say.


In Russian:

Лирический герой гнилого мирка

Лирическим героем
Запудрю вам мозги:
Обманный мир построен,
Повсюду дураки,

А потому елеем
Чушь надо увлажнять.
Под ложью знатно блеем,
Цель жрать и спать. Насрать

На те слова, что резки:
Облагородь дурьё,
Но мягонько, не дерзко, —
Не вороши Гнильё.

Life is about giving
back instead of taking.
I took a lot all my life,
apathetic and selfish.
When I see people today,
they don't look like marks.
I don't think about what I
can take from them.
They are God's handiwork.

Life is strange and short.
I couldn't have caused this
inner transition.
I always subscribed to
morality in theory.
Thank God,
the blind still receives sight.

Sometimes, acquaintances will say
that I've grown soft
as they turn to green jello, right
before my eyes.