Текст песни Юрий Брыгин - Вороний пир

Crow's feast
Blood swallowed plenty crows.
Scattered to the four directions.
Crave sacrifice birds.
Seek solace in our woes.

And circling gravediggers cursed,
Grinning crucified on crosses.
They hover above the world proud,
Looking around bloodthirsty muzzles.

Under fire fellow brothers fell.
Here it is not blood-suckers to fall.
Thieves like massacre civilians.
Whip blood as red champagne.

But l stuck crows regale us ?!
On the feast of grief they why.
Where the tears, pain, anger,
Look for these creatures for food.

And as long as the ball is ruled by vengeance,
We will not see God's forgiveness.
And circling, as before, will crow
Scatter to the four directions.