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.
I’ll 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 Stalin’s profile on the chest left side
On the right side - Marinka’s 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.
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