The Last December

Антон Викторович Вильгоцкий
She was raped by the priest.
What a big disgrace!
She remembers his fist
Over pretty face.
Now she's ready to meet
Bitter understanding:
She is falling to pit.
It's time to surrender.

He's alone for his life,
Lost until the end.
Now he standing with knife
In the trembling hand.
Cries and look to the Moon
Softly, warm and tender.
On this sad afternoon
This boy will surrender.

Here I'm standing accused...
Such a banal words!
I've just knew, how to use
My unusuall force.
Face the furious beast,
Greet the World's offender!
There's no way to resist.
It's better surrender.

Every night has its end,
But I have to say:
It's no use to be glad
For the lying day.
You are cursed by the Light.
It's your last December.
On the New Year's night...
You better surrender.