Пришёл пить воду [Prishel pit' vodu] [English translation]

Came to drink water, couldn't recognize its taste.

Came to drink water, couldn't recognize its taste.

Steel braces have been hammered into wings,

A holy source has been put out by the gold dust.

Close the door behind me, I am unlikely to return.

When you're in Moscow, beware talking about the sacred.

When you're in Moscow, beware talking about the sacred.

Otherwise the meek like pigeons are going to catch you.

The saints will saddle you.

The servants of love will hammer you into the ground in a Cross shape.

Those poor in spirit are blessed, the question is moot.

But those, who have ears, hear, and the Shroud is holy.

It's not important, for and against,

Simply something's changed in your eyes.

When salt loses its power, it turns into poison.

Came to drink water, couldn't recognize its taste.

Came to drink water, couldn't recognize its taste.

Steel braces have been hammered into wings,

A holy source has been put out by the gold dust.

Close the door behind me, I won't return...

• Artist:Boris Grebenshchikov
• Album:Соль (2014)