Текст песни Амальгама - Опричники

The guardsmen came running with well-fed mugs,

They cut their hands with rusty cleavers.

Blood flooded the clean floor like a river.

Hey! You are forwards, you scored a bad goal,

They ate without protective, did not choke and are happy

Celebrate, you bastards!

And you are a beautiful scum there

You put your foot on an almost fallen one

Snake subcod, how much did you sell for?

No, your shirt is just closer to you.

I ate my lot, and I myself was hobbled,

Only shake my mane on meanness.

At what speed did you, birds of God, sing?

Yes, it's happiness to spit in these happy faces!

February 1988.