Клянись же, ешь землю! [Klyanis' dze, esh' zemlyu!] [English translation]

How tensely and sharply the fingers keep tapping

On wet window sill.

The night will run out, then nothing will count -

It seems so to me.

Behold, are you standing beneath the right sun?

Now swear, eat raw dirt, that with me you'll burn when we're done.

As if from TV screen, the Moon looks asquint at us

As a wet owl.

My angel is frantic as someone hanged night stars

All upside down.

Behold, are you standing beneath the right sun?

Now swear, eat raw dirt, that with me you'll burn when we're done.

One fragment - to next one, what's wolf's - give to wolf then,

As bell ring - to bell.

One fragment - to next one, what's wolf's - give to wolf then,

What's left to me then?

Behold, are you standing beneath the right sun?

Now swear, eat raw dirt, that with me you'll burn when we're done.

• Artist:Piknik (Russia)
• Album:Говорит и Показывает 2003