"Скользящий шаг по лезвию клинка..."

Sliding step razor blade.
The crowd froze in anticipation of a miracle.
Clutching the stones slippery hands.
By the sound of hearts and whispers of gossip.

Will the blood - the coveted Ruby -
Labeled traces insolent.
Will laugh sagacious ring
Nepolnovesnym pennies.
I am a devotee of your shoulder angel
I'll go to the end.
You over my shoulder damn demon
You will go hiking for the soul.

Baleful look - the price paid for the works.
For the accuracy of the words and the seeds of anxiety.
For a spark of power - strange gift star.
For fidelity to the spirit of ancient heroism.

Could be a precious wine
A handful of spring water.
Is it possible to re-gather the crumbs
Ashes heartbreak.
I, for the sake of gold faithful angel,
I'll take care of the trouble.
You are indifferent to the curses of the demon,
Do not believe in a bright finish.

Past the rain, hidden from others,
Once again, we uydёm and throw these walls.
Ordinary people will continue to live.
Their feelings will forever remain unchanged.

Can we go over the cliff,
Hands holding tight.
Will the heat of ritual fires
To cope with the witch-winter.
You see: a white wing emerges
Magic scarlet ligature.
Believe - Today, tired of wandering,
We are back home.