Vo slavu divnym potomkam moguchego boga Chto likom krashe chem solntse v zenite svoyem Ostatki poraboshchennogo imi naroda Tomyat·sya v yamakh nabitykh smoloy i uglem Ostavʹte nadezhdu te, kto vo chrevo zemli byl nizverzhen imi Molitvami tshchetnymi dushu gotovʹte ko snu Pod sodrannoy kozhey plotʹ izuchayte, plachʹte glazami pustymi Nadsmotrshchik v chernom neset v ladonyakh tʹmu On gromko poyet o chesti On ruku vzdymayet vvysʹ On bratʹyev k yame szyvayet poslushatʹ pesnyu S orkestrom zhalobnykh vopley goryashchikh krys S zhutkim oskalom v litsa neschastnykh Strazhnik plyuyet zharkim ognem Ya voskhvalyayu boga pitaya plamya Svetom dushi ozaryaya temnitsu moikh strastey Ya voznoshusʹ iz okov v nebesa pogibaya S vetrom slivayasʹ v sonme nevinnykh smertey Ya stanu peplom Chernaya vlaga istokov my pʹyem tebya nochʹyu My pʹyem tebya utrom i v poldenʹ My v nebe mogilu kopayem tam net tesnoty V dome zhivet chelovek on zmey priruchayet on pishet v Germaniyu pisʹma On darit nam v nebe mogilu on psov sozyvayet svistkom Smertʹ — eto staryy maestro On pishet spuskayet·sya vniz zagorayut·sya zvezdy On pishet Volos tvoikh zoloto Gretkhen Volos tvoikh pepel Rakhilʹ Ya stanu yarkim ognem szhimaya smolistyye vetvi Zoloy kholodnoy padu, ostaviv kostey fitilʹ Travoy zelenoy vzoydu, ukrasiv volos tvoikh zoloto Gretkhen Kornyami krepko obnyav volos tvoikh pepel, Rakhilʹ Tsvetu ya v pamyatʹ o toy, chto v yame molila o smerti Volos tvoikh zoloto Gretkhen, volos tvoikh pepel, Rakhilʹ