Song: Dead anarchist

In the life of an artist was fun
And get drunk he always loved.
Morning peasants helped -
The sun for half an hour the corpses burned.
But in the silence of the night
In the basement someone barked:
Hoy!

Wildly to the village dead broke
In the light of the lamps, the faces seemed.
Fought and at full rip,
Went home to smash.
People have axes and pitchforks -
Dead drive into their graves.
But it wasn't strong enough -
Corpses do not kill!

Blind old magician by night roamed the woods.
At the cemetery, he poured a magic elixir.
And only said: well I'm old have done?
The corpses were alive the earth was torn,
Everywhere crawled wildly raged,
Throat flogged all around broke,
Tore his flesh.
It's not love,
Because there snakes were buried.
They all drank vodka,
Damned was.