I left my house with time to spare or so I had presumed Until the trail I walked upon began to be exhumed My eyes grew wide as I observed the things which had been hid By the very thoughts I used to cover what I did A rationale so skewed and dark was up against the truth Internal battle's raging on til one side is consumed These minutes pass and still I breathe just long enough to see A future moment looms ahead, it's right in front of me I'm stepping softly so as not to add to the unrest That I have been alluding to, inside my empty chest The wages earned exceeded far the debts I have to pay For knowledge stored is not enough and nothing can outweigh A lapse in judgement filled back up, revived and newly made A wearied mind with nothing left, one nearly gone insane
Literally translated, "human" in Russian is, "eternal mind."