The Volga Boatsman Song Lyrics - Singles - Grebenshikov Boris

Down by the Volga walks the lonely Boatsman 

Towing on his back that celestial plain 

From the heavens above, the Lord shows his hand 

But the Boatsman simply laughs - the hand contains cocaine. 

And down the Volga - memories of the Golden Horde 

And up the Volga - damsels transfixed on the shore 

Such Kozelsky brew, such a waterly flood 

Oh pale blue snow, freeze my blood to the core. 

How the winter simply calmed us with its iron and ice 

Pacified us, the quietly turned into spring 

When the snow starts to melt - oh what that shall entice 

When the ice starts to brea - oh how I shall sing. 

Is this just Volga or BibLical Flood? 

Or simply a lord and the traces he sweeps? 

But I couldn't care less, I'm lamost ready, my love 

I am ready to sing to you out from the deep 

And from the dark of the deep, oh how the bells sing 

>From behind the old wall comes Chizh to be believed 

Oh forgive me my sins with thw wave of you wing 

Oh forgive me my sins - say something, please! 

So burn Seraphim golden winged-pomp 

Burn and fear nor your own guiding star 

I couldn't care less, I've misplaced the bit to chomp 

I have no other part - just whenever you are. 

So, here's our whole life: either SECAM or PAL 

Either full collapse or the Savior will dote 

Going outside to find the start of it all 

Got drunk and fell down - and that's all she wrote 

The ravens are silent, it's the women who scream 

With a howl from the boondocks or some sisterly love 

Either the Saving Fast or some saving poison 

Don't you hear my knock - please, open the door ! 

So, count us with the angels or among the boar 

But please don't mute, I can't make it without fire 

Whenever I may roam I keep knocking at the door 

But oh my Lord above, have mercy on me, Sire.