Текст песни Алексей Широпаев - Раса

In memory of Leni Riefenstahl

From somewhere in the anti-world,
From the ripple emerald yellow
You exude Artemis,
Beaming flesh from under the silk.

And here, in Russia, in the real world
You are on the needle. You become krezi.
You are here - bawdry in the toilet,
And there - Runic cuts!

You're here on the porch of the cathedral,
It smelled of urine and the Psalms.
And there are flying pine forest
And mecheshsya gold boom!

You here the last of whores,
The last non-Russians servants.
And there sandal reckoning
In the South you step throat!

You then you trade votes,
Child you trade online.
And there you go sailing
Ways dawns and intervention!

You're here in gnoische Jehovah,
Squalid knocking his forehead against the floor.
And there on the marble snow
Sunrise is proud of the Acropolis!

You're here, obedient to Judah,
Native swastika trampled.
And there on the lats, on the dishes
It is from Crete to the Urals.

You are here ugly, brown-eyed -
Just for the church or the circus.
And there you are - Russia. And there you are - Race!
There's all you measured the compass!

And there, in the Empire of Arthur,
You will find the call of the poet.
And you shagnesh here - there,
And you kill - yourself, here's this!