Текст песни отец Геннадий. Странник 2 - 14 Водопад

A body of water limply drawn to the abyss
It boils, whitens from the spray and flies like a waterfall.
Looking at the water with a fascinated gaze from fear,
As if you yourself rush with a mass of water.

A mass of water limply drawing towards the abyss,
Century trees crackle under the pressure of a stream,
And the chips are spinning in their last aspiration,
Everything breathes in the movement of a furious body of water.

A mass of water limply drawing towards the abyss,
The harsh rocks buzz sadly from the blows.
Pebbles crack like balls after fun,
Irregularities are destroyed by a mass of water.

Everywhere a mass of water drawn to the abyss
Everywhere with a measured step following the current,
I gave in - and with garbage, chips in the same instant
I went to the abyss for a dead mass of water.