I have got to hurry
my soul and mind
enslaved by sufferings,
which tied and held me
one by one
from all sides
up and down.
as garden overgrown by weeds
and some destructive grasses
which so adored by narcomans.
[I must to be hurry
if I want release
from these poisoning embrace
of disintegration
my body, soul and mind
into trap of these culture
of decaying
using old
genetically and traditionally adapted
and new implanted by our enemies the specific ways and methods
to transform all of us into bunch of rotten and extinct nation.]