Текст песни Ted Kaczynski - Черные земли

From the Black Earth World War II,
There are unknown victims of war,
They were drunk to the front to die,
NKVD machine guns,
From the camp directly to the commodity car,
without cartridges in fire hell.
Nobody survived from one hundred
everyone kills lead rain,
Thief in law or Trotskyist,
All compared the penalty battalion.
Now they are waiting for an hour
to return to the victory
take revenge on your killers
rubbish and executioners.
their bones lie in the forests and swamps,
without crosses, names and surnames,
They were killed their own and strangers,
became black earth.