Некрофилия [Nekrofiliya] [English translation]

I like the blue palms

And the iron curtain on the red background

Wet lips under the flock of ravens

And the worm-eaten bodies

I like the toneless echo

And the rotten muck in my head

My native mould of hiccuping, yeah,

I'm a necrophile, I love myself

Sew the buttons instead of eyes

To that who was born dead

Necrophilia, necrophilia,

My exhausted necrophilia

I like to die for show

Plunging into any dirt up to my neck

I like a cool orgasm

And my swollen from faeces toilet seat

And on the early morning

I'll join the queue to the mausoleum [1]

Necrophilia, necrophilia,

My exhausted necrophilia

I like the blue palms

And the iron curtain on the red background

Wet lips under the flock of ravens

And the worm-eaten bodies

I like the toneless echo

And the rotten muck in my head

My native mould of hiccuping, yeah,

I'm a necrophile, I love myself

On the early morning

We'll join the queue to the mausoleum

Necrophilia, necrophilia,

My exhausted necrophilia

• Artist:Grazhdanskaya Oborona