Текст песни Изнасилование И Каннибализм - Святые Горы, Сырой Чернозем

convulsions, knees, road dust and magic
in my closet a couple of generations have been staged celebration

poured into glasses closed bin
choked porridge / surprise
caught rainy beam miasma
It was conceived and carried life

I have somewhere in the wrong steppe
I was afraid not to have time
I was so afraid of being late
to see God's army

to hell with the mountain threatened shovel
and marsh features humpback
I took out the knife steel
growing intensity

we met in the sawmill
we sat down at the graves
took out his glass-ka
that god given

lei to more everyday
squeeze them like a breast
lei to passionarnost
identity and seemed

it seemed that just
only
blood
Vera
holy mountain
can help us
but it is not exactly
wine
sperm
raw humus
things are not going my way