Текст песни Борис Гребенщиков - Болота Невы

My veins like ropes, my memory as ice;
My heart is like a diesel, the blood like honey -
But I was destined to live here among the gray grass,
In obmorochennoy darkness, in the swamps of the Neva.

Where the house - only the facades, and the words empty shell.
And a trace burnt stars - this is the avenue;
I wanted to be like the sun became like a shadow on the wall.
And not inveterate dead man sat on the shoulders of me.

And since then, I began to see that we are all in chains,
And the souls of the dead soldiers on the spruce branches
Silently watching as we all circling waltz by candlelight
Each of ash in his hand, and with the dead on their shoulders.

It will be the Day of Atonement - God bless him, I can not wait,
I found how to go - and I'm gone. And it's true,
I'll come back to that word as a key blue -
Let them go home,
All of them, who sleeps in the swamps of the Neva.