Эти Реки [Eti Reki] [English translation]

Vaska the Crooked murdered three fishermen

With a sharpened pin

Then scored silver emptied from their pockets

With almost four rubles

Ripped out of their backpacks

A half-empty bottle of shitty wine

Which is when the rivers turned red

Chorus :

These rivers flow to nowhere

Flowing, sinking to nowhere

These rivers flow to nowhere

Flowing, sinking to nowhere

They arrested Vaska the Crooked

And sent him in for trial

Heated judges wait

Drinking glasses of cold kvass

Resting above them is a coat-of-arms swarming with flies

A coat-of-arms made out of solid lead

Upon it, a sickle of blood from the farmer

And a hammer of blood from the smith

Chorus :

These rivers flow to nowhere

Flowing, sinking to nowhere

These rivers flow to nowhere

Flowing, sinking to nowhere

Vaska the Crooked awoke at dawn,

Innervated they walked down the corridor

The black and gravel corridor

With a tiled floor

God's mother was demanding entrance to the prison

Her head on the iron door

Vaska's bloody feet were on the tiles

Washing the filth off with a hose

Chorus :

These rivers flow to nowhere

Flowing, sinking to nowhere

These rivers flow to nowhere

Flowing, sinking to nowhere

• Artist:Nautilus Pompilius
• Album:Титаник