Latest summer
It was a pretty midday
Not a cloud in the sky
No wind, the sun was shining
On a glade, among glass and flowers
Children frisked cheerfully
Running and laughing
In a few miles
In a dirty cave
A bloodthirsty maniac
Prepared for an attack
Not a sign
Not a sign of danger
No one knew the death was near
Closer than even
The police call that guy Peter Wild
Searching for him for 3 years
They've inspected all garrets and slams
Unsuccessfully
Peter was a sociopath
Throwing at children grenades
Shooting them without remorse
He killed a hell of kids
Well, the maniac has a last drink
Takes his weapons and leaves
He makes his way through the wood
Murmuring some simple tune
Nothing can stop this guy
Only a miracle
He takes his way through thorny bushes
And takes out his tommy-gun
At the moment he's ready to shoot
He's slipping on shit suddenly
Then a grader appears from the wood
And runs over the guy
Seeing Peter
Die the children laughed and kept on playing as before
Running and frisking
Then they went to take a swim and drowned away
No one knew the death was near
Closer than even
