Monster Attack on the Biped Individual
Concert in Podolsk · 1987 · Track 5
You will stop smiling,
When it descends upon you.
And when you grow tired of screaming,
It will carefully cleave your skull open.
Crawling in feet first,
Into your thoughts and hopes.
Shreds of your blood-soaked clothes
Will fall to the ground.
It will mutilate your kind, peaceable mouth
With its claws,
And your talkative tongue
It will nail to your forehead.
The fierce monster, the bloody monster
Relentlessly creeps in.
First the left, then the right—
It bites off both your toes.
You were honest, you were pure,
And you never used force.
You were a staunch pacifist,
But your symbol got bitten off.