A river flows so wide and deep Not from mountains nor from woods But from ancient times And its water isn't sweet But so salty and consists Of intertwined bloodlines The mighty river is so strange Only Gods know where Its beginning is Purple water doesn't splash Every line is talking loud By many voices Not on the ground And nor under it Inside of you! Flow, my mighty river From ancient times I hear those voices With forgotten words Deep inside my veins When a close my eyes I hear the neighing of horses I hear the clash of swords On the red shores An endless crowd is standing Sea of eyes Is silently looking at me There is an only gap among them That place is mine