Текст песни Pechora - Тёмные Воды

Rivers freeze here
Full of slippery and fragile hopes
The waves shut themselves
Cold stench in the womb of their niches
In the womb of their niches

Streams of water will wash away all the dirt of our faces
Sins are drowned in them, hanging over the black mass
And reflection remembers all the lies
Janater
Between the waves
Squeezing him forever
Black Requiem Rivers

And everything is familiar in reflection
But just as empty
Just cover your palms
In the belly of black rivers