Пришёл пить воду [Prishel pit' vodu] [English translation]

I went down to the water to drink,

but I couldn't recognize its taste.

I went down to the water to drink,

but I couldn't recognize its taste.

The iron brackets cramped the wing,

and with golden dust

was smothered the wellspring.

When I leave, lock the door,

I'll hardly come back once more.

Don't speak in Moscow about the sacrosanct, because...

Don't speak in Moscow about the sacrosanct, because...

these who're gentle as doves will get you.

All those saintly people, they'll saddle you.

Followers of love will nail you to the ground with a cross.

Blessed are the poor in spirit, the issue was closed.

Who have ears hears, and the Protection of the Virgin is holy.

It doesn't matter, if you're against or for,

nothing won't be the same as before.

Salt becomes toxic, if its power is lost.

I went down to the water to drink,

but I couldn't recognize its taste.

I went down to the water to drink,

but I couldn't recognize its taste.

The iron brackets cramped the wing,

and with golden dust

was smothered the wellspring.

When I leave, lock the door,

I'll come back no more.

• Artist:Boris Grebenshchikov
• Album:Соль (2014)