Кости первых
Sneg, oskvernennyy tropoy
Vetra svist v cherneyushchem nebe bez zvezd
Dalʹ odinokoy taygi za mnoy
Trudnyy putʹ rastyanulsya na sotni vyorst
Skvozʹ vualʹ nochey
Lʹyet·sya yarkiy
Svet polyarnogo siyaniya vse silʹney
Ozaryaya sklony gornykh tsepey
Gde-to tam, pod sedymi pikami skal, skryvayet·sya tayna
Chernyye kamni, belyye lʹdy
Vozvyshayut·sya stenami vsemi zabytogo drevnego tsarstva
Dveri otkryty, zaly pusty
Velichavyye groty useyany zolotom i pisʹmenami
Fakel siyayet yarche zari
Na ogromnykh tronakh pokoilisʹ zhutkiye kosti vekami
Peredo mnoy sidyat koroli
Ikh sila bogat·stva i slava
Na mnogiye tysyachi let
Sokryty sredʹ gornogo zala
Lishʹ prakh vetru mchit·sya vosled
Poniknut bezvolʹnyye plechi
Vse blizhe pugayushchiy chas
Kogda skvozʹ ostyvshuyu vechnostʹ
Nastignet zabveniye nas
First Bones
Snow, defiled path
Wind whistling in the dark starless sky
Behind me stretches the lonely taiga
Difficult path extending for hundreds of versts
Through the veil of nights
Shines bright
The light of the polar aurora grows stronger
Illuminating the slopes of mountain chains
Somewhere there, beneath the gray peaks of rocks, a secret is hidden
Black stones, white ice
Rise with walls of the long-forgotten ancient kingdom
Doors open, halls empty
Majestic grottoes adorned with gold and inscriptions
The torch shines brighter than dawn
On huge thrones rest the ghastly bones for ages
Kings sit before me
Their power of wealth and glory
For many thousands of years
Hidden within the mountain hall
Only the dust of the wind rushes behind
Sinking into powerless shoulders
The frightening hour draws nearer
When through the cold eternity
Oblivion will overtake us