Текст песни Юрий Кирнев - Колокола

In the depths of the Carpathian mountains, where, as if in the abyss, a break falls,
The distant bell rings, on the residents of the hollow horror catching.
No bell tower in those edges, and yet, opening the world of another gate,
In the fog circling echo ringing, nightmares giving rise.
There are no rain - only lightning and thunder,
What shake monoliths among rocky mountains
In places where ritual fires are burning since
How the gods of the past years on the altar were killed.
Those for a long time, those forests, and, as if the loss of a quagger,
Frightened commoner for miles by side.
And he will never come there peace
As long as the bell ghosts are thrown into a trembling foggy valley.

Yuri Krynev