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