Latest summer \ It was a pretty midday \ Not a cloud in the sky \ No wind, the sun was shining \ On a glade, among grass 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 ever \ The police called 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 makes his way through thorny bushes \ And he takes out his tommy-gun \ At the moment he's ready to shoot \ He's slipping on s*** 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 ever