Cyclops’s Song by Semen Ahundow

I am  not a wild beast! But I'm a wild beast!

I hunt you, people horrid;

My ideas are becoming deserted and wast:

I simply hunt people putrid.

I am wild beast! And I'm a very wild beast!

You won't be able to count the losses.

I'm a wild beast! But I'm a wild beast!

You're a pile of meat and snot noses.

You have neither beginning nor end,

There's no face on your snouts

You have neither  women nor men,

You're all sheep, one and all goats.

There’re no barriers for yourself! There’re no barriers for yourself!

You gradually push each other to hell,

It doesn't matter if it's your face or tail -

I will be glad to get any piece as well.

All men wanders the world -

All careless fat freaks.

I don't care what he seeks,

For me, he is just food.

People are meat! People are fresh meat!

I don't divide you into castes or classes.

I need nothing else satisfying appetite:

I throw myself into your herd merciless…