See how a barge haule walks on Volga-river alone
Strolling down the rope o’celestial plains
From heavens above the Lord’s fist is thrown
But he doesn’t mind - it is full of cocaine
And down the Volga, Golden Horde owns the place
Up the Volga – ladies gazing down from the shores
Oh, Kozel's living water, just give me a taste
And let me bleed out at the will of blue snows
How the winter tried to calm us with iron and ice
Pacified us, but itself swiftly turned into spring
When the snow starts to thaw, oh, what that would entice?
When the ice starts to break, what would happen to me?
So is it Volga in spring or the Biblical Flood?
Or quite simply the Lord tries to cover his trace
I don’t care at all - almost ready now
Ready to sing from the dark water depths
And the church bells would toll from this water abyss
Dazzling siskin would fly from beneath ancient wall
Please forgive all my sins with the flap of your wings
Please forgive me my sins, or are you listening at all?
Burn, you burn, Seraphim, the gold shine of your wings
Please, be my guiding star, do not hesitate
My harness is lost and I don’t care one bit
And there’s no better way than to follow your trail
So our lives are like that: either SECAM or PAL
To perish in the fields or be finally saved
Set out on a path to the root of it all
But got completely drunk and that was the end
The silence of the crows, the screaming of the girls
Who can be like sisters, or like wolves from Tambov
Some are saved by the lent. Some are saved by the poison.
I’m knocking at your door … unlock!
So treat us as angels or among the beasts
But don’t keep your silence, I can’t do it all
Wherever I roam, I am always amiss
So Dear God have mercy on my restless soul