Нет берегов [Net beregov] [English translation]

Again, they're deeply silent about one thing :

Today, it's the Leper's Club opens season

Only the whisper of house doors, whisper,

Only the rustling of steps, rustle.

The purest grass has no roots,

The purest rivers have no banks.

You'll part the shelter and cross the threshold,

Past gray shadows and bleak courtyards,

Oh, ma-ma, oh mama, oh

Past the grey, bleak courtyards.

The purest grass has no roots,

The purest rivers have no banks.

Everything's mixed into one,

All the things the eyes see, but

But the sun, it's the only sun we remember,

The sun is the only thing...

Without banks, without banks...

Everything will return, you will hang out again

With two flags : love and sorrow

Seven hours will pass, or it'll be seven centuries,

No matter what : love and sorrow.

The purest grass has no roots,

The purest rivers have no banks.

Again, they're deeply silent about one thing :

Today, it's the Leper's Club opens season

Only the whisper of house doors, whisper,

Only the rustling of steps, rustle.

Without banks, without banks...

• Artist:Piknik (Russia)
• Album:Родом Ниоткуда (1988)