When I was young, I picked some worms, and I went fishing
I brought some cigarettes with me that I just bought with spare money
Keeping it secret from my mom and dad so they wouldn't find out 
'cause otherwise I’m bound to find some breams instead of pikes

Sitting whole day, staring at a float
I imagined that the fathomless abysses 
May hide some cancers and some catfishes
And some mermaids with their tits
And Mit'ka,who drowned here last summer
We used to smoke together here
What a Bummer, yo, yo, yo
Lo, Something just swallowed the bait and tugged the fishing line
The tug was as abrupt as drawing curtain in a female bath

I hit the bottom and swam to the very depths
I swallowed  water and hid among the rocks.
Where I grew scales, and some fins
And down the river, through taiga timber,
Through fields, through salty soil
I wriggled and reeled through the roil
My target's ocean. 
I am a monster now
Leviathan

Ship captains call me hellish fiend
But that wasn't my choice - 
to be a puritan or be considered sod
When I was a pioneer I always dreamt of finding treasures
Like Troy for Schliemann, when the guy read Illiad
Now all the underwater treasures are belong to me
The riches coveted by emperors 
And in their greed they fall for bait, into my maw they go straight
And all I want's to get a plate of borscht
To see my mom and dad around the dining table
To lift the skirt of a cute girl on bale of hay
To sleep like bear who stole the honey from some bees
I dreamt of this
Yet one thing I didn't take into account
To get back on the shore, I need to find replacement
No stingray, moray, neither shark would help here
(No)
So here I lurk, motionless like a log
Waiting for the next batch of anglers