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.