I see a beast in his eyes too late
His hand`s moving, and I know it`s my fate
One blow and the blood forms a new line
On the ground under the blue-blue sky.

I pray the God be fair to him
He was stronger, he used to win
He never saw this sky, it`s not his fault
Give him a chance, give a chance to all.

I watched her thirsty eyes
Her tender hands cut me like knives
I knew [bad word] my soul
I gazed at the sky but saw nothing at all.

The heaven says: you ain`t killed, the killer is dead
His parents, his wives and his friends 
The heaven cried: look around, you`re dead!
Your parents, your wives and your friends
But I didn`t hear a word.