[Music: Sergey Dmitriev, Roman Povanov. Lyrics: Roman Povanov]
All these days, her voice is inside my soul See her face, she turns my life into pain Sleepless nights, her spirit in the mirror Inner sights, it's driving me insane In the lake she roams amidst the waves Water keeps her spirit under rain In this world she lives in restless pain Trouble waltz I'm dancing all insane
Summer night, I walk in marble orchard Seek her grave, she cannot be alive In the dark I'm reading ancient scriptures Cannot find the place where ends her life
In the dark I look at the mirror It seems covered with blood, I step behind In madness I take a stone and smash this fucking glass Suddenly I hear the voice You don't know the mirrorland And therefore you make a mistake It is right, Jane is dead Her soul's enslaved in the lake Do you understand me? Now I show you how she died…