Текст песни Абвиотура - Коляда

Eagerly I poured into the throat tin
Long adrift
Suddenly he raised his exuberant head
And not just so - with a value of

He looked, to all that from time immemorial
Thrice rights, not four
Those who managed to survive in the mountain
Who's heart will cut himself a name

Okolelov the outskirts
Glowing frosty night
And in the morning the sun is pricked
Mosque spray of sparks in the eyes of the lacrimal

Toril road trail right
Fear swept another threshold
A chest full of holes darkness
Distractedly fool on the road all

The edges of the knife handle
To breathe, but the crap kicked
In tearing shreds smooth soul
Soul fat whip stretched

Here's a year without the month
Yes vdogon day without evening
Coley could not be hung up
So now burn. Nothing to do…