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