Текст песни Canto 6 (Third Circle)

Dante awakes in the Third Circle, it's snowing Incessant rain falls in putrid sheets This the pain of the wallowing gluttons To be ripped apart by beasts They say they lie each day beneath the jowls of Cerberus Their fat and swollen icy bodies are obscene They're strewn about as if they were garbage Damned indecency