Fear in the eyes of youngsters, drunks and drug addicts

They are afraid of clubs and flashlights

I want to control myself, but I get fucked up

I see the clubber's trash near the bar fucking

I hate pain and violence

I shiver when two blue figures come up

“Hey, what are you so done? Than? Where did you get it?"

I decided: come what may, but you cannot answer

And then I hear my own voice, as if from the side:

"Those guys mixed me with cola for fun!"

I point a finger at Petya with Oleg and Denis

They saw my gesture. Petya was surprised

Oleg's eyes are a mixture of supplication and contempt

And Denis does not see anything - he has poor eyesight

My tormentors are loosening their grip

They give me a pendel. Fuck, what have I done?

They come up to the guys. Guys are shy

They grab the guys and take them somewhere

And I stand looking down to the side

Mechanically pulling the drape on the column