Quiet, quiet, like a mouse,

In «Moskovskaya» the billboard sleeps,

But behind the suite's closed doors

One shady gentleman's counting sheep.

Shawn Lomaster Kek — English alias,

Leather gloves, his gaze so callous.

Shoots through infrared at night,

Turns the city black and white.

Zabornaya Street — a public mess,

TSUM — a crooked hut, God bless.

Central Market — warehouse stench,

A foreign hand grips the wrench.

(Bridge)

But solo is no go, needs a fool to follow.

So at the bar, citizen Feofan

Walked straight into his hand.

(Chorus)

Mister Kek, mister Kek —