Everyone belongs to a clan of killers,
And belonged earlier too —
A great-great-grandfather or great-grandfather once made war,
Killed for freedom, watched the borders.

You won’t find a peaceful clan anymore,
Man has sinned from Adam.
Striving for peace, wherever you go —
You take a scythe
And pitchforks.

There is no trust in memoranda.
To protect yourself and your kin
You must remain a beast,
So as not to become easy prey.