Oh you Steppe, Yes oh, You Steppe
Oh you wide Steppe
Spread out far and wide
Grass like Steles in a century of Grey
by the holy hills
in this ancient grove
the Arkaim ! (#1)
an echo of the living voice through centuries of sand
at midnight we hear in the thickets of the wilderness
here wander shadows of an era gone by
what is lurking in the ruins of the shrine ?
the faded eyes of a greyhaired shaman
behold at the foot of the distant hills
the hand, ministering the ancient traditions
fire smoke concealed in the hall of dreams
Here, the era of the universe driven by the wind
Stir the sandy hands of the mystery of Arkaim
Bound in the Tower of the Roda Circle
an irritating glare
lights up the firmament
Arkaim, you hailstorm of our grandparents' legacies
through the smoke of thousand years of darkness
light your blaze, send your fire to the sky
rouse yourself, in order to be reborn
Dawn is breaking among the uncut grass
I will lay down my trail in the sacred hills
they will merge with the tracks of times past
Arkaim...
you will be with me now in the fading light
like stardust blinded by the dawn
we will be far away, in dazzling dreams
forever we will part, to far distant worlds
Come Alive,
oh Arkaim !
Truth is Alive
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(#1) the Arkaim is an archaeological site situated in
the southern URal Steppe 8km NW of the village amurskiy.