| Tallin, fallen
|
| We’re sailing to go home
|
| War’s coming, war’s taking
|
| Alone across the Baltic haze
|
| Nobody loses hope
|
| But we were feeling forgotten
|
| Just breathing our death
|
| Across the sea, you lead us
|
| And ease the fears
|
| Kutznetzov, the preacher
|
| No light behind his back
|
| The voice is trembling, no hiding
|
| The end is moving fast
|
| Tallin, fallen
|
| We are leaning all behind
|
| Remember those boatmen
|
| The ghost-men chant, from Volga
|
| Lost in the shadow
|
| When pride is going to die
|
| Inside an ancient rhyme
|
| Ghosts from the Volga’s tale
|
| Lonely, the memories are lost
|
| A pathway to nowhere
|
| Stranded, the livid of my soul
|
| Stranded, is claiming all my life
|
| Fate, you take me down, into your dome
|
| Straight into your great decay
|
| Straight into your great mistake
|
| From the boatmen, from the Volga’s cry
|
| Step by step and a step again
|
| Fear is my great surrender
|
| The ghost-man chant, from Volga, lost in the shadow
|
| Ghosts from the Volga’s tale
|
| When pride is going to die inside an ancient rhyme
|
| Ghosts of the boatmen |