| verse 1 Old Testament, Book of Ruth, 1:16 | 
| Verse 2, chorus Vasily K. | 
| Verse 3, Sergey Averintsev | 
| where will you go there and I will go | 
| and where will you live there and I will live | 
| your people will be my people | 
| and your god will be my god | 
| and where you will die there and I will die | 
| and I will be buried with you | 
| meet me get to know me | 
| open me read me | 
| touch me feel me | 
| and while I'm with you, don't give me up | 
| I have here a lonely feast of the flesh | 
| you have a lonely holiday of the spirit there | 
| the fact that we did not send links to each other | 
| I say this cheese is stainless and not bad | 
| You see Shibayatsu chavobol on me | 
| so I'm more modern than even Oberst and Osha, | 
| and I also have a hearty bro | 
| they call Kirk | 
| so I swear he is also good * | 
| we burn julimba and twist the ropes | 
| and in general we have fun and so and so | 
| among our low and mid frequencies | 
| there is not a single hertz of doubt that | 
| what are you meant for | 
| or (oh) sexy | 
| the last one is correct, but | 
| I don't believe in anything without smelling | 
| not prying with a hoof, not resting a horn | 
| without poking your paws | 
| and if you are from this flood | 
| not dark and not scary | 
| know I know you live in the Togliatti Tower | 
| lovelight! | 
| meet me get to know me | 
| open me read me | 
| touch me feel me | 
| and while I'm with you, don't give me up | 
| learn to remember and remember | 
| that I am a pinch of ashes | 
| a bitter handful of litter | 
| dust blown by the wind | 
| dust that will return to dust | 
| let me see this and that | 
| ashes celebrating quickness | 
| and imprinted on the ashes | 
| your footprint | 
| meet me get to know me | 
| open me read me | 
| touch me feel me | 
| and while I'm with you, don't give me up |