Текст песни Dub Buk - Дохлый живьём

On a clear day, by God's fire
Crying and moaning dusty icons
The thrill lived in eggs came alive
Smoke censed the sun eclipsed

The value of sores, knocked down knees
Squeaky stems, dried up veins
The new cult of saint jackal
Dead alive on the cross

God's will, God's captivity, Christ smokes for wear
Obedience is humble, full of torment and tears

With the venom of snakes, with the screeching of mice
The code was sucked in by a slippery vassal
Feet stench, synagogue stench
In the footsteps, to help the priests

Cold spokes, alkali of the right hand
For the altar, an important creature
Trash from the outside, doubly nasty
Know it flies, begs and waits

Russian Orthodox Church:
First - Russian
Secondly, Orthodox
And only thirdly - the church

Instead of stars - a necessary churchyard
Instead of ice - holy water
Instead of troubles - the old testament
Instead of evil - goat toad

There is longing, there are no shores
There is sand, no boulders
There are fathers, no mothers
A dead Jew gives life