I'm a deadman, I'm a deadman, I sing about love after death,
About spring, ice is melting, my heart lays near to a river
And rots.
Near to a river, near to a river I'm praying for gentle waves
Now the river starts moving and brings
To my crazy hands...
Pink bandage, what's wrong.
Pink bandage - it's amazing.
The river flows through ages.
Over and ove the water brings
Pink and crimson bandage to my hands
With smell of blood.
This is life, this is shame (they) are singing a primordial song
My hideous (sinful) heart is beating.
This is blood (poured)
Near to the river, near to the river on a rocky shore
I'm a deadman, I'm a deadman, I'm cursing the strange spring
And love.