MY MIND

“Let’s cry since it’s always the weaker who are right”

“There’s nothing to regret but the habit to regret everything”

“Put the phone down, meetings are more important than calls”

“Our plans aren’t worth anything, we need actions”

“All this time you’ve fitted the mold but now it’s time to put wolf’s clothing on a sheep”

© Дайте танк (!) - Спам

But where are they all?

I’d wear an earring and steal a horse

Walk through the camp in the morning grass

Because being well-mannered is as out-of-date as baggy pants

You shouldn’t think games are silly

In them anything is possible:

An exit from any dead-end will be found

You’ll start taking me seriously

I’m taking a run-up before the last jump over my head

Over my head

Over my head*

*“выше головы не прыгнешь” (you can't jump higher than your head) is a saying = you cannot do more than what is within your power or abilities (said with regret when a person has put forth great effort and still has not attained what was wanted)

© Дайте танк (!) – Вы

Don’t look away when there’s a serpent in front of you

That’s better, don't dream of escaping, come on, I’m a tempter

If need be, I’ll bite through you.

That’s what I’m like, spreading terror and plunging the whole forest into darkness

So, my hiss is a conventional sign

Now I'm gonna swallow you, all I'll spit out is the fluff

Wait, am I telling you this out loud?

© Дайте танк (!) – Ария змея

© FIZICA – Готэм

He was ready to feed me to hungry wolves

But I’ve made friends with the demon

Now we’re joined at the hip day by day

He looked around 12 years old

But in his eyes blood and the desire to tear my soul out were boiling

I’d never been so afraid of anybody before

Rooted to the spot in the boondocks

I could hear his laugh clearly however far I was

Blood was oozing out of the ground like wine

Flame heat, wood crackling, mischievous grin

I was walking without looking back though perishing

I was ready to go away but, unfortunately, couldn’t

Rolling cigarette after cigarette

Among all the doors I’ve repaired

No exit from this dream can be found

© Gikey — Я во сне сдружился с демоном

AU: SY trapped in one of his nightmares by LBG.

He and the Master only meet once – at Griboedov's, but the Master gets so impressed by the casual acquaintance that starts writing a novel about "the Devil who no-one believes in and who decides to visit Moscow personally". Over time, because of all the stress, the writer begins losing his mind and suffering from hallucinations. But even having been taken to prison and then mental hospital, he keeps writing his book.

Whereas Woland finishes all his business in Moscow, gets back to Germany and lives there relatively calmly (it's still the 1930s, isn't it). And he won't ever know there's a half-crazy soviet writer who's right now writing a novel all about him as Satan and hallucinates him coming around.