Текст песни MetalBlack - 174 - Надо бороться

Vladimir Mayakovsky

We have to fight.

In a cunning god loopholes - a lot.
Sassy and right nasal voice out of the temple.
With Christ sladkolitsy looking icons.
The proverb, proverbs Lord praise,
the name of the gods on the lip at the wretched.

Galda hitherto our parents
of the Son of God, God's mummy.

About this most cunning god
poets sung different songs.
Enveloped dope song, touched,
calling in life to fly China.

Though hang the lock on the church mascara,
though all the icons of the house has exposed.
Lies about God in the ears and the soul
crawl through from sweet-Baptists.

Baptista Castle hang on the lips,
and God will turn raunch whip.
And for those who do not catch on babtsa,
God will make the way in squeaking eunuch.

Paradise fantasies, aspirations beyond the grave
caught in mental prayer freaks.
God can not be passed over in silence -
sly with God must fight!
(1929)