Patriotic innocence 
Sad country's tragedy 
Peeling skin, plucked intestines 
Dispose of the kill in a slow tomb 
Patriotic innocence 
Sad country's tragedy 
Felling the West's rational equations 
Traitor's death 

River of seven colors, sky of five colors 
Frothing sea, drowning fish 
One-eyed beast, two-headed child 

Illuminates the bald mountain, the red star 

My dead corpse that should return home 
Without the earth 

The birds, the sky is still flying 
If they still remain [bad word] to the meeting 
 Minced body and 
woodpecker collecting the history 

Feet tied together, bent at the wrists 
The severed kind, the culled future 

Broken writing [bad word]  drawn blackout curtain 
 mouth kept silent, eyes sewn shut 

The soul that should return home 

Without the samsara 

The sky, the birds are still flying 
If it exists, take me with you 

The three legged raven 
Myself and the like already forgot