Swamps of the Neva (BG)
My tendons are like ropes, my memory is like ice
My heart is like a diesel, the blood like honey
But to me fell out to live here among the gray grass
In bewitched darkness, on swamps of the Neva
Where the houses – only facades, and the words – barren flower
And a trail of burned-out star, this very avenue
I wanted to be like the sun, became like shadow on the wall
And a dead one without a burial service sat down on my shoulders
And since then, I began to see that we're all like in chains
And the souls of the dead soldiers on fir branches
Are watching silently as we're all circling waltz by candlelight
Each with the ashes in hand and with a dead man on shoulders
Will be the day of all-forgiveness – God is with it, I can't wait forever
I found how to go away, and I'll go away and will return
I will return with this word, like with the key of blue
To let them go home
All of them who sleeps on the swamps of the Neva
My tendons are like ropes, my memory is like ice
My heart is like a diesel, the blood like honey
But to me fell out to live here among the gray grass
In bewitched darkness, on swamps of the Neva
Where the houses – only facades, and the words – barren flower
And a trail of burned-out star, this very avenue
I wanted to be like the sun, became like shadow on the wall
And a dead one without a burial service sat down on my shoulders
And since then, I began to see that we're all like in chains
And the souls of the dead soldiers on fir branches
Are watching silently as we're all circling waltz by candlelight
Each with the ashes in hand and with a dead man on shoulders
Will be the day of all-forgiveness – God is with it, I can't wait forever
I found how to go away, and I'll go away and will return
I will return with this word, like with the key of blue
To let them go home
All of them who sleeps on the swamps of the Neva