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Down by the Volga walks the lonely BoatsmanTowing on his back that celestial plainFrom the heavens above, the Lord shows his handBut the Boatsman simply laughs - the hand contains cocaine.And down the Volga - memories of the Golden HordeAnd up the Volga - damsels transfixed on the shoreSuch Kozelsky brew, such a waterly floodOh pale blue snow, freeze my blood to the core.How the winter simply calmed us with its iron and icePacified us, the quietly turned into springWhen the snow starts to melt - oh what that shall enticeWhen the ice starts to brea - oh how I shall sing.Is this just Volga or BibLical Flood?Or simply a lord and the traces he sweeps?But I couldn't care less, I'm lamost ready, my loveI am ready to sing to you out from the deepAnd from the dark of the deep, oh how the bells sing>From behind the old wall comes Chizh to be believedOh forgive me my sins with thw wave of you wingOh forgive me my sins - say something, please!So burn Seraphim golden winged-pompBurn and fear nor your own guiding starI couldn't care less, I've misplaced the bit to chompI have no other part - just whenever you are.So, here's our whole life: either SECAM or PALEither full collapse or the Savior will doteGoing outside to find the start of it allGot drunk and fell down - and that's all she wroteThe ravens are silent, it's the women who screamWith a howl from the boondocks or some sisterly loveEither the Saving Fast or some saving poisonDon't you hear my knock - please, open the door !So, count us with the angels or among the boarBut please don't mute, I can't make it without fireWhenever I may roam I keep knocking at the doorBut oh my Lord above, have mercy on me, Sire.
Down by the Volga walks the lonely BoatsmanTowing on his back that celestial plainFrom the heavens above, the Lord shows his handBut the Boatsman simply laughs - the hand contains cocaine.And down the Volga - memories of the Golden HordeAnd up the Volga - damsels transfixed on the shoreSuch Kozelsky brew, such a waterly floodOh pale blue snow, freeze my blood to the core.How the winter simply calmed us with its iron and icePacified us, the quietly turned into springWhen the snow starts to melt - oh what that shall enticeWhen the ice starts to brea - oh how I shall sing.Is this just Volga or BibLical Flood?Or simply a lord and the traces he sweeps?But I couldn't care less, I'm lamost ready, my loveI am ready to sing to you out from the deepAnd from the dark of the deep, oh how the bells sing>From behind the old wall comes Chizh to be believedOh forgive me my sins with thw wave of you wingOh forgive me my sins - say something, please!So burn Seraphim golden winged-pompBurn and fear nor your own guiding starI couldn't care less, I've misplaced the bit to chompI have no other part - just whenever you are.So, here's our whole life: either SECAM or PALEither full collapse or the Savior will doteGoing outside to find the start of it allGot drunk and fell down - and that's all she wroteThe ravens are silent, it's the women who screamWith a howl from the boondocks or some sisterly loveEither the Saving Fast or some saving poisonDon't you hear my knock - please, open the door !So, count us with the angels or among the boarBut please don't mute, I can't make it without fireWhenever I may roam I keep knocking at the doorBut oh my Lord above, have mercy on me, Sire.