Реки любви [Reki Lyubvi] [English translation]

The head spins in street labyrinths

Hammer and sickle of the moon - a witness and friend

A marine pilot isn't a God and is used to trusting instincts

Holds onto the ring buoy tightly

Rivers of love

Rivers of love

Rivers of love

Rivers of love

I desperately believe in the most warm countries

Where the wind, out of tenderness, whispers confessions of love

And ripped wounds heal with soft grass

And the fire decays and fumes with nicotine in the chest

Rivers of love

Rivers of love

Rivers of love

Rivers of love