Текст песни Дымчатая Шкурка - Автобиография

If I could turn into a cat,
I'd had a reputation among the predators most good:
I'd hunted only for fun.

If I could turn into a cobra,
That scaly skin under cold
Delicate heart continued to beat b.

I and the birds would not have been like,
If I suddenly woke up in the eagle,
I would not dare bite the defenseless,

It would not have dared to touch and fish,
If my mind is housed shark
And all in the ocean would become brave.

If I was born a spider,
I could not hurt a fly,
So it would have lived a quiet and good-natured.

No shell so peaceful spirit.
All - whose nature is now no study -
I remain an unknown entity,
Forever alien to feathered, creeping,
Pisces, in any animal, insect ...
Who do I have any, I shall not be able to understand
As violence conscience allows.
Sly fate of my brothers are those,
With ruthless of all - that is, people.