And now - Miryana Basheva, ladies and gentlemen!

As a rock on my shoulders
As a healed over scar
As an old copper penny
As a black widow's scarf
I carry you as an armor
Stuck at birth to my back
Oh, you're heavy, you torture
But you're my promised luck

As an old voodoo magic
As a potion for lust
As a throat-burning spirit
As an ivory dice
All the life cold and craving
Curse and blessing at once
So hello and go, leave me!
Oh, my grueling love...