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