Чур меня [Chur menya] [English translation]

[Verse 1]

By a pale moth

We pray to god

Who should we blame for darkness

Of our own souls and deeds?

In a summer field

Did the ear know

That death will not come with a scythe?

It will perish just like that, into the grass

[Chorus]

Ech, keep away from me

A sedge into the eyes

[Verse 2]

A crust of bread

A handful of snow

And vodka carries me

Like a bitch carries a puppy, to warmth

Again, in poverty

I binge drink

I hang on, like an ant

Stuck in tar, and that's all (All)

[Chorus]

Ech, keep away from me

A sedge into the eyes

[Verse 3]

Oh pale-white-red-crow

Why burn our peaceful hell to the ground?

Watch, how we beat around like fish without water

In a nick so dark, like petroleum of the country

[Verse 4]

Bullet or a bayonet, who cares?

Hop, under the skin, blood spurts in a colorful spring

The thicker the smoke - the warmer it is to the fatherland

A honourable trade - feeding worms with people

• Artist:Electroforez
• Album:505