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