Fate I know in advance No predictions, no fortune-teller, According to the predictions of lives - Only a coward and a pathetic dullard. I firmly chose himself his way, It is not bread, butter namazhu, But I, and slave, back bending, I will not go where I will point. I was not a chip of wood afloat I have not dragged with the flow, I chose the path, I myself live How I wish, without command, I am on top, a stranger to any decree, Kohl decree is not of God. Do not wait for me, who I would file, I take it all himself, and once a lot And I do not need another way I made my choice once. Past reverse does not rotate, How to be born into life twice. My path is clear as day, Let it placed traps. Free beast always a target, At the sight sniper on the fly. My journey is dangerous and thorny, His final since my childhood I know I perish, but shall be clean, Yoke themselves do not mess. I can not take on soul sin Do not chase the other on the block. His choice to make - the right of all And the law will not fear, That no one would have regretted And just so and not otherwise.