Kindly make bath for me when the lights are on I accustomed to black, cold, dark nights When I carried away by the fumes among Steam will help me untie silent tongue Kindly make bath for me my sweet dear-love It will heat all my soul to be white At the edge of the shelf in the sauna I shall kill all my doubts this night. Iíll become very soft - far from decency Chilly waters and end of the past My tattoo of the cult personality Will become very blue, blue at last. Make my sauna filled with-sweet love of yours. I accustomed to cold, dark and black When I carried away by the fumes of hopes Chilly waters return all dreams back. So much faith, so much woods have been cut in vain So much grief, so much roads have been seen There is Stalinís profile on the chest left side On the right side - Marinkaís love - scene. For the faith which I had - absolutely Many times I paid back in the Hell As I changed all my faith and my placid life For the darkness and toll of the bell. Make my sauna filled with-sweet love of yours. I accustomed to cold, dark and black When I carried away by the fumes of hopes Chilly waters return all dreams back. I remember black morning so vividly Calling neighbors to save from the camp But the two young policemen quite heartlessly Carried me from the Land to the Camp. In the mines in the woods and in swamps - decayed Drinking water with tears long nights Close to heart we tattoed their images Them to hear the beatings of hearts. Make my sauna filled with-sweet love of yours. I accustomed to cold, dark and black When I carried away by the fumes of hopes Chilly waters return all dreams back. I am sick from the story so-tragical Steam has taken my thoughts from the head From the cold mist and former past-toxical I am plunging in hot mist - in stead. First tattoo now springs up in my memory I was wrong when I branded my skin And my whisk beats it calmly and fiercely Gloomy heritage - know whom I mean. Make my sauna filled with-sweet love of yours. I accustomed to cold, dark and black When I carried away by the fumes of hopes Chilly waters return all dreams back.
© Alexander Spiridonov. Translation, 2022