Dub Buk - Дохлый живьём
текст песни

Clear day, God's fire
Crying and moan of dusty icons
Cracking in the eggs came to life
Smoke Catal the sun overshadowed

The value of ulcers, knocked down
Creak of stems, dried veins
The new cult is holy jackal
On the cross is dead alive

God's will, God's captivity, the wear of Christ smokes for wear
Obedience humble, full of a bowl of torment and tears

With poison snakes, with a squeal of mice
The code sucked slippery vassal
With stinking legs, stink synagogue
In the footsteps, to help the priests

Cold of knit
For the altar, an important creature
Shval from the outside, Gazha doubly
Know Snings, bears and waits

Russian Orthodox Church:
Firstly, Russian
Secondly - Orthodox
And only thirdly - the Church

Instead of stars - the needy graveyard
Instead of ice - holy water
Instead of troubles - Old Testament
Instead of evil - a toad of a goat

There is a longing, there are no shores
There is sand, no boulders
There are fathers, no mothers
Gives life a dead Jew