Текст песни Вафли - Песня пистолета

There are probably camels in my family
Only we spit different saliva.
My job is helping an evil man
Destroy each other in the evil of the non-human.

Different plants gathered me,
This is the first time I am looking at the face of a target;
And the finger presses the curve lever of freedom,
Bearing the last defeat in the world.

How many times did fate decide me
Innocent and guilty persons!
How often have simplified my struggle
Nullifying fist and muscle strength.

Every time, spitting death in the metal,
I only suffered from one thought:
From my stainless steel
A folding shelf could be made!

I am cheaper and less troublesome than a chopping block;
Cruel, greedy, like lead flight.
I will free from darkness and fear
Taking away the freedom to move forward.