One million ways lay in front of you    And each way calls you to itself    One - pleasant for eye, another - press for body   Where? How do you go, it's up to you       Here's an open way, and the palace there   Everything you want - Paradise of God   As a butterfly you're flying to the light   But having flown up there, you will burn your wings!   You will fall down, straight into the dirt   Look around...   Around: black, stench and scum      In the dusty mirrors like ripples on the water    Reflection of you as a candle in the dark   Laughing above you dim light burns   Welcome to my kingdom! The hoarse voice shouts.      And in your brains as in rich kissel   There will be insight - your pain in a head   The demon spokes with you, you involved yet   Will not see no light nor pleasure   Remains only... A sin