Centuries ago
Stand on the shore of the city
Time does not move by the clock
Cornflower blue of your eyes.

Big tower
Made a fire
And to the holy arable land
With a fever, from the bottom of people ...

People's hearts tremble
Union of several tribes
His sword takes off
Putting a lot of changes into the heart.

Big tower
Made a fire
And to the holy arable land
With a fever, from the bottom of people ...

Coming into the depths
Besieging the city by river
A flattened nose
It's dark, and the sequel is not coming soon.

Big tower
Made a fire
And to the holy arable land
With a fever, from the bottom of people ...

Big tower
Made a fire
And to the holy arable land
With a fever, from the bottom of people ...