Track 1: Urbut Tymnyy Tyalym / The Cold Wind I Breathed Out
This begins in a meditative way, adding a more rhythmical style known as degeren as it progresses:
The cold wind that I breathed out
Turned into a swirling hurricane,
Lost its way and wandered suddenly
Into the thickness of days long past.
Leftovers of your hot blood
With your hungry sharp beak
Can you suck it
And get out
Among the vultures
Of today's scandalous age
Seethe as a wet torrent
And throb, again, like a heart.