Текст песни Максимилиан Волошин - Тому, кто жив и брошен в темный склеп

Whoever is alive and thrown into a dark crypt ,
Visible edges painted tomb :
And Sun's prow , the gods underground face ,
And build the ground : in the fields of corn and bread ,

Bulls go , reap sickle, has an ear chains ,
The river rafts , sleeping animal, birds build their nests -
So he sees the Shroud of folds
And the change of days , and the course of human destinies .

Without joy , without tears , without regret
Follow people neprasnye excitement ,
No dark thoughts , without thought " why not? "

Outside of being out of the will , out of desire ,
Having tasted the rest, to the unknown ,
This land - sacred region of exile .