Кладбище [Kladbishche] [English translation]

Sun has hidden behind Himalayas

For tommorow rise once more;

Here gropes yogin to the graveyard

To cut off attachments and so.

Fancy bonemade he's got trumpet,

Now he starts to blow in it

To invite all hungry demons -

With himself to feed and breed.

They will eat up all his body,

They will drink up all his blood;

So by morning clear and sinless,

Unattached, not the fuck.

Oh we're also blowing trumpets,

We've got many trumpeters;

With our own blood we're feeding

Ugly brutes and replete beasts;

Many years still they are hungry.

Could we have so many sins?

Oh the sooner sun will rise up

Over homeland's cemetery...