and we will never make it, unless you fake it
and we must do our duty, to hide your beauty
the strangers in your mind, will surely find
the point of no return, where bridges burn

they say that i've been sinning, from the beginning
in secret, they all love it, but they can't have it
and from their distant clouds, they laugh aloud
as I come crashing down, through the forsaken ground

Russian:

Mne kazhetsa ya ne sovsem ponimau otkuda vzialas' eta strashnaya skazka

(English translation:

"It seems to me that I don't quite understand where this scary fairytale came from".)

you try to fight these urges, you want to purge them
you wash his feet with tears, and count the years
it's getting so much harder, to play the martyr
so you crush your desire, he is Messiah

they say that i've been sinning, from the beginning
in secret, they all love it, but they can't have it
and from their distant clouds, they laugh aloud
as I come crashing down, through the forsaken ground

the nights are getting longer, as he grows stronger
these stupid words you utter are your stigmata
the crown of thorns becomes you, as they all shun you
you take the final bow - where's your god now?

Mne kazhetsa ya ne sovsem ponimau otkuda vzialas' eta strashnaya skazka

strashnaya skazka