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Translation of song Пуля by Russian band Слот. Little known fact: if the band had not already signed a contract with another translator, this could have become an official translation. At least, that's how I understood band's guitarist, ID, who answered my mails.


With strangest diagonal motion again

Pushing the temple, by dragging the hand

Cold of the gun, death has begun

Bullet is killing the moon and the sun.


Bullet is scratching the wind in blood

Always remember the book of love

Two or three seconds to learn

All you have got


Madly laughing, shooting an' breathing,

Playing the God, while he's still sleeping.


With finger, that silently triggered the script

Bullet flew and your brain could shift

Another gun now kills the sun

It was the bell, that for you just rung!


Bullet is scratching the wind in blood

Won't we play for sometime in love?

Two or three seconds to live

All you have got


Ballistics ain't just for stupid films

Bullet kills everyone not in dreams


Wind has been scratched up alive in blood

What is this feeling I feel? Not love.

Dead and alive you have been

During your life


Bullet is scratching the wind in blood

I have lost everything. The stars

Looking cold on the blood


As quick as the shout you've been dead

The void is shining through your head!