Второй эшелон [Vtoroi eshelon] [English translation]

Fearsome echo of a blind firing squad

Put hands behind your back, and your heart - into a bucket

A dark well of a sinful body

An intoxicating nucleus of a vile victory

And somewhere near

A blissful temple of tomorrow's bullet

Is fixing the patches

Hiding in the mist of premonitions

Weird games of spotty appearances

Chosen fate's crown of thorns

Wearing blurry overcoats without any distinctions

The dead believe in a happy end

And the second echelon of a sold faith

Is helplessly laughing in a ditch

Rising its wheels to the sky

In a transparent mud

Hostile vortices whirl above us

Dark forces oppress us viciously

We were engaged in the fatal battle

And that's a reason for all excuses

Up to our necks in dirt

Betraying and chomping with our lungs

We eat

The sorrowful meat of the mute times

The prideful meat of the mute times