Король и Шут - Кукла колдуна (Американская версия на Английском)
In the grim, dark corridor,
I tiptoe on cold stone floor.
Like a thief, calm breaths are drawn
To not scare, en route,
Those asleep for hours, or
Those awake behind closed doors,
Who would care that there’s a room
I’d like to glance into,
So I can see that...
Your form changes and causes fright,
Just like insomnia in the dead of night.
Who has turned you into his slave?
Why do you prey on people whose blood you crave?