Эти Реки [Eti Reki] [English translation]

Crooked Vaska stabbed three fishermen

With a sharpened scrap of a spike

He turned out their pockets and gathered silver

Almost four rubles

He shook out a backpack and found in it

Half a bottle of trashy wine

Drank the wine and fell asleep on the sand

The river wave turned red

Chorus:

These rivers flow to nowhere

They flow, going nowhere

These rivers flow to nowhere

They flow, going nowhere

Crooked Vaska was tied up asleep

And sent to the city for trial

It's hot today for the judges, they, not hiding,

Drink cold kvass in glasses

And over them is a fly-bitten coat of arms

An old coat of arms made from cast lead

And on it, a sickle drenched in the blood of a plowman

And a hammer in the blood of a smith

Chorus:

These rivers flow to nowhere

They flow, going nowhere

These rivers flow to nowhere

They flow, going nowhere

Crooked Vaska, having been awakened at dawn,

Without refueling they bring to the corridor

A blind corridor and chipped bricks

And a tiled floor

The Mother of God was beating at the entrance to the prison

Against the iron door with her head

But from a glazed tile, Vaska's blood

Was washed off with water from hoses by the guards

Chorus:

These rivers flow to nowhere

They flow, going nowhere

These rivers flow to nowhere

They flow, going nowhere

• Artist:Nautilus Pompilius
• Album:Титаник