Motherland
Fresh dew in your hairs
Motherland is calling you to your lane
Voices, voices, voices, voices
No one here remembers about heaven for along time
Babylon is our lord, woe to those who are alone here
By the sea, by the field, well tailored, my land, you are invincible
Faith and frost are our generals
Stoves will be lit there, just stick your wooden nose
Smell of food beckons, stifling crowds need a fresh spirit
Choose from two, either dumb or deaf-blind
Slender columns provoke capture
It’s not chocolate’s fault that food kills
It’s delicious and nutritious, conveyer is wonderful
To eat own kind is so inventive
Feed the one who will give a golden blush
Only you are both an operative and a rebel
We will work together for our favorite hive
To become broth, we melt bullets on pots
What chair are you on? Don’t tell others what you’re sitting on
Snipers on the roofs are looking for roofless sinners
Sins fall on our shoulders like a terrible burden
Only baldachin acquirer will kiss eternity
Goths and vandals will bring us to the final
But we will turn the world upside down
So that honor does not suffer
If tribe carries the seed, our banner carries the flame
If there not enough blood, we will exchange bodies
In our bioplace of all vices know exactly the taste
Muscular beat provokes temptation
Motherland molded from what was there
Genes with nurture cannot be corrected even by the grave
Whatever happens, remember where your favorite knife is
Only you are both an invader and a hostage
Skomorohi, 30.09.2022
Music & Mixing: YUNG YEGA MUSIC
Video: A_Listratov
Cover: Igor Scherba