Текст песни Трупный Яд - Бездна

Behind Death breath, the eyes of a cheap life
Ceased to exist, die and be born again,
This life is not worth the suffering, the world bastards who crucified Christ,
Primitive bestial desires, stupid ideas vanity.

Our life - a race with death, our right - the right to die,
Our days - waiting to die, our happiness - a quiet death
Stone soul thirst for peace, sun light hurts your eyes,
It will cover only the eyelids, her only consolation Spit

Go to sleep sleep soundly, the hour of deliverance from the torment,
Buried in the crypt of the cozy shit human hands.
In the silence of the soul at rest, forever dead dancing the cancan,
Full buzz, but you do not have enough naked women and a glass of vodka.