Некрофилия [Nekrofiliya] [English translation]

I love blue hands

And iron curtains in front of a red background

Damp lips under the crows’ property

And bodies crawling with warms

I love the dull echo

And the rotting slime in my head

The familiar mold of hiccups

I’m a necrophiliac, I love myself

The one who was born dead

Sew buttons where his eyes should be

Necrophilia necrophilia

My long beloved necrophilia

I love dying for show

Getting into any filth up to my neck

I love having traveling orgasms

And my toilet that’s bloated with shit

And early in the morning

I’ll get into the line to the mausoleum

(Where Lenin’s mummified body is held)

Necrophilia necrophilia

My long beloved necrophilia

I love blue hands

And iron curtains in front of a red background

Damp lips under the crows’ property

And bodies crawling with warms

I love the dull echo

And the rotting slime in my head

The familiar mold of hiccups

I’m a necrophiliac, I love myself

And early in the morning

We’ll get into the line to the mausoleum