Stones Grey stones under a baking sun
Silent witnesses of passed away days
Fine send falling through my fingers,
Like drops of the hot dry tears
Drowsy silence and only sorrowful
Wind, singing it's songs
Just the rustling of sand, it's quiet whisper
Low voice of old the Past

Half-demolished and hid, almost covered with send
And it's name there is not in no most ancient lore
Nowhere time is mentioned up, when it was full of life
When it's powerful walls rose in bottomless skies

I feel the curse, excessive burden,
Which bear these ruins, I feel the fear
Given by it off, repeling me
Away, impressing me by darksome augury

Here congealed the Past is proceed from each stone
From whatever I'm touch, experiencing awe
Like in endless sleep I'm strolling in the same
Place, where city was rose with it's forgotten name

Stones, grey stones under a baking sun
Mysteries, which they to keep
Will die with them and let know nothing
'Bout their visions in mortal sleep
I think, in idle world people forgot their Gods
Sacred altars were profaned
No, they couldn't die, Gods are immortal
They fell asleep till date

As if in magic haze, I sea a river named Age
And implacable waves of oblivion are running
Over shores of Life where's a man like a grain
In unstead world with it's endless ways

I see rejected Gods, I feel their curse
Ancient as earth itself the city had lost
Like both the Sun and the Wind destroying the Stones
Exactly time erasing the Memory

Half-demolished and hid almost covered with send
And it's name there is not in no most ancient lore
Like in endless sleep I'm strolling in the same
Place where city was rose with it's forgotten name
Forever