How viciously the maniac's eyes sparkle - he curses all the living.
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But he is unaware, however, that there is one among strangers!
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Forests and country roads, trees and fir trees, and wolves howl in the village.
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Again, someone wants to play with him.
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No one around, only the beating of the heart.
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And in the power of hands, a sharpened bough is his true friend.
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Something is not right here, as if there is an enemy nearby.
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Like a lead fist. |
Girlfriend Luna, give a sure sign!
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Strange as it may seem, there are no living people in the village - he recognized the familiar handwriting.
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Have I been here? |
The maniac did not give an answer to this himself.
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What happened to the memory? |
Refused. |
Feeling prompted again:
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There was someone here whom he completely forgot about - he forgot everything!
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No one around, only the beating of the heart.
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And in the power of hands, a sharpened bough is his true friend.
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Something is not right here, as if there is an enemy nearby.
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Like a lead fist. |
Girlfriend Luna, give a sure sign!
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But someone behind, for fun,
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On the handle plunged into the shoulder blade
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Rusty cleaver - and collapsed
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Dead maniac without turning around.
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Bending over the body and smiling,
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Someone exclaimed "Dashing work!"
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My student, you have learned the craft poorly -
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Went to a dead end!
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No one around, only the beating of the heart.
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And in the power of hands, a sharpened bough is his true friend.
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Something is not right here, as if there is an enemy nearby.
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Like a lead fist. |
Girlfriend Luna, give a sure sign!
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No one around, only the beating of the heart.
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And in the power of hands, a sharpened bough is his true friend.
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Something is not right here, as if there is an enemy nearby.
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Like a lead fist. |
Girlfriend Luna, give a sure sign!
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To have someone equal to me
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I revealed all the secrets to him, and he is doubly guilty! |
Doubly guilty!
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I hate these maniacs! |
Couldn't beat me
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Not one of my students - my students, my students! |