Текст песни MC Val - В Моём Городе

Dead punishers, hungry crows
Izvarinsky cauldron, corpses on the slopes
Mortar shelling, hundreds of peaceful two hundredths
Ruined city, refugee quotas
The smell of decomposition, a white truck
full of corpses, gloomy inhabitants
Shops closed but basements open
The smell of blood is like a cannibal's dream
Torn heads, DRG groups
Raw brains on a Russian boot
Ukry love to die in the resorts of Donbass
Then the cold earth absorbs the infection
It's time to feed the raven, they require meat
A live biomass gathered near Lugansk
I'll take a bird for memory of the past
She ate your corpses, which means she’s good ...

There are too many ravens in my city
There are too many funerals in my city
In my city blood flows like a wide river
In my city, punitive find peace

Do you think war will not reach Kiev
You can start digging your graves there
When they stop the metro and turn off the lights
When hundreds die in one moment
When your neighbors are torn to pieces
You will beg to feed you in Russian
Wait for us, we will come for you anyway
And hold a Russian parade on the Maidan
Crows will fly behind our backs
Dead battalions rot underfoot
America will not help. Poland will not help
Ask yourself, what are you up to?
Killing children at school? To mine the population?
Torture women and select the last?
Is this your Ukrainian glory?
We are out of the way. It will be like I said

There are too many ravens in my city
There are too many funerals in my city
In my city blood flows like a wide river
In my city, punitive find peace