Текст песни Brigitte sans Bardot - Чернозем

the inability to dig frozen soil will make you think about a new pickaxe
the inability to warm frozen hands will make you go back light
to the place where I discussed the strategy, coming closer to the thought of the sacred one hundredfold,
that if there is a winner somewhere, then someone will most likely have to lose with grief

the bodies of the fallen will penetrate the soil, with the expectation of many others

the world will receive ripe loaves and feed its generation
will become part of the chain of black soil, man, like fertilizer