Текст песни Сруб - В земле

Meanwhile
Sparks burn.
The rivers are silent
Their word is a whip.

For the glory of dead words
From the shadow of black dreams.
From grief
Yes, in grief again.
To a stranger: to his
Empty: full
Soul not abandoned
The grass is not mown.

I will call you sleep
Only dream of me.
I will invite you into the house
His own in the darkness.
I will change the course of time
Pray to me.
If I was, then you will find
In the ground.

Cold sleep
Hungry way
Hundreds of names
Do they know the essence?