Текст песни Вечная Битва - Волга

The wind drives the waves
Freezing darkness
Scraps of lilies on the screws
And bloody bandages
From a handful and through your fingers
Soft silt at the head
Over the grave of the water surface
A cruel beast in captivity

We swim across the Volga
There's no turning back anymore
Cleaving the night and waves
Heading for Stalingrad
Damp cartridges
Lacking God's Power
In bloody shoulder straps
From order to grave

The proud gaze of mute weapons
Under the sight of the night sky
Night of the abandoned trenches
Running into the shadow of the light
In a fever of predatory thoughts
Drowning the remnants of pain
A muddy pool of black blood scatter in circles