Lyric

At length, I woke up in a muddy stream

My hands are still taking hold of your body

Humans go to the Ganges for washing themselves clean

“Moldau” became the river in our textbooks

Some tourists forget religion and they need atonement

Only grief or fear, that’s enough

My body and your body are flowed with our sins

This river runs to the ocean

At length, I woke up in a muddy stream

My hands are still taking hold of your body

I felt great pain in my hands

I released my hold of your body