Текст песни Вадим Фомин - жатва

spike lively in the field, poured earthly force
Gilded under the light of fierce yes under the blue skies
the clay cup is broken, the earth will smile at the grave
dressed up as a thistle and by the end of the day floods with dogs

it means close already, close reap, knead young bones
get hot then the fun way round-trip
sickles and scythes dusted, time with ribbons on a graveyard
tired, but not for long - the steel is sharpened, the harvest is close

be drunk through the nostrils with wormwood, creak with a treacherous oath
sharp steel, red-hot sickle and heavy boots
the earth will smile at the grave, and the daring harvest will come
bitter hops, lead grain and crimson streams