Текст песни Gromm - Сморід Ярма

The sinners in this world to come,
 Sinful go into the ground,
 In cross-clamp and pull harness,
 To live as the book tells lies.

 Snow melt, the shadow will fall,
 Ashes shalt Bill Pay
 Life lived, myself truyivshy
 The stench words from the mouth of the saint.

 Churches and temples, golden gate,
 Fasting, prayer and empty eyes.
 In earth and opinions roots have grown
 Vain hopes prophets crosses.

 Horn bounty empty,
 The sand settled on the bottom of the Grail
 Rusty chain being
 Confined to their lives.

 In heaven dumb bells gold
 Others from the ground Bells town red

 The wheel of fate slowly gets stuck
 In a rotten way lies St.

 Vain hopes stamp
 On your neck yoke
 Dead god throne
 Rust nails for hands

 V'yilosya, vpylosya firmly vtsipylosya
 In body and soul lies:
 Needle acute beautifully stitched
 Sense (or is it?) In lamb skin.