Текст песни Пока не сдохЪ - Дохлый узор

The mirror of the soul , and goes cloudy
Frozen lake , reflecting the sky
Forest head sways the wind
Cave under the nose is filled with red

Rolling guns thunder cracker
Cheerful chirping bunkers
Horizon props howitzers click
The landscape stretches a dead pattern

Blow after blow , body after body
Souls of the dead are pushed in the sky
Field covered with orange Pal
Death takes a favorite thing

Beautiful, frighteningly your arms
Arrogant , impulsive actions
Hidden elegance dead doves
In kipelno - black dress.