Оригинален текст
Martva tishina proplaka
Nad bezvetrena razruha
Svlechena ot bolka gluha
Prizrachno prklina mraka
Samo pepel neprobudna
Siva laska na zemna
Spomnja si v daletche
Za grada umirasht trudno
A silent death has cried
Above the ruins deserted by the winds
Crushed beneath a deafening pain
As a phantom dooming the darkness
Only the sleeping ashes
Like a grim stoke from the earth
Remember from afar
Of the dying city