Текст песни Пьяный Орфей - Ценность одиночества

On the night of the city ,
The old moon shining so dim ,
Hurry home,
but there's no one you meet .

12 hours,
Darkness charred skin like caustic poison ,
You're lonely,
And no one is around .

Around dark,
Evil thoughts crept into my head ,
Call from the back,
And the knife was stuck in his throat .

I remarked to the night wilderness ,
As you roam the streets ,
For that you and killed ,
What I like to be here alone!