Текст песни ГрОб - Приказ 227

Atone with others for blood
Metaphysically relatively expensive
So squeeze the brave eyes
And crucify wider mouths
Right and left
After all, it's all forgotten
Like trash
Like a burp of a drunken conscience
In the meantime, the penal battalions
Homeland gave such a choice
Zagrad detachments
Only forward not one step back
Nobody deserted
I'm lucky I was left here
I succeeded and here I stayed
Shot one of his
And so -
Where the living will not survive
We are advancing -
Stunning moon rovers abandoned in star dust
Remembering the unknown land -
Substituting the back
Patiently waiting for the field kitchen
With a general stew, a royal bastard.
In accordance with military historical science
Calm, distinct concentration.
Met at the observation post
I took a smoke on my face I don’t remember
-I got surrounded
A day later, he ran back posthumously -
Wolf howl facing the moon
Finished all the same to the end
So, just in case.
Hopped silently.
Another reconnaissance in battle
And, fatally dragged by force,
  Again rose from the trenches
 In my last desperate growth
Watering from a machine gun night emptiness
Bombed by mines
Mokly in icy water.
At the first sign of dawn
Fell into the trenches
Part remained to lie in the snow
The field kitchen did not take these losses into account
This species tends to kill their own kind
And again thrown into the breakthrough
Nobody spared
Spared no one
Universal conditions of survival,
Sanitary paradoxes of everyday consciousness
And the hare phenomenon,
Sitting in the grass
Covered with dewdrops.