Seized in claws of unmerciful torsions you're shocked,

Look around, culture spattered by stomach's bile,

Lost souls are going for a walk to a land of ugliness,

God is absent, his salvation is powerless.

[lead:Tocha]

Look at yourself, you are in vomits, it's beautiful view,

Yellow mixture on your mouth embellishes you,

Dignity, appearance are full of sympathy,

It's a fragment of your life, and of your pride.

[lead:Maly]

Torsions-secret of life,

Vomits-secret of pride.

Your organism repeats regurgitation,

Organs of digestion excrete bad smell.

[lead:Maly]

In the bloody mood identity dies,

Torsions are increasing, the last remains of vomits.

[lead:Tocha]