Матерь Богов [Mater' Bogov] [English translation]

The most dreadful of all, secret I will expound,

I kept mum for so long, now I'm ready to talk:

I'm the Maker of all that you witness around,

And you, my sweet joy, are the mother of gods.

And this city of thieves, of street killers and whores

Would exist as long as we believe in its grime,

But if we open eyes - it would be there no more,

And again we both stand at the dawning of time.

Mother of gods, mother of gods,

We've been walking all day

Soaking wet from rainfall.

And your jeans as wet wad

Still remain on the floor,

So let's get down to business, my joy,

Mother of gods.

We create world anew in the umpteenth time,

As we look for new names for the flowers and beasts.

And despite all the odds love still wins every try,

So don't worry, let sparks fly, mother of gods.

I've been born hundred times and have died hundred times,

I have peeked in the cards but the devil does not have the trumps.

They come into our house but what could they do to us both?

You and I are immortal, are we not? Mother of gods...

Mother of gods, mother of gods,

We've been walking all day

Soaking wet from rainfall.

And your jeans as wet wad

Still remain on the floor,

So let's get down to business, my joy,

Mother of gods.

• Artist:Nautilus Pompilius
• Album:Атлантида (1997)