Хамсин [English translation]

The moon and the sea are scary beautiful,

Only you can't go out to them.

Bells on the pink tower are

Making harmonic fifth intervals.

All living animals are ringing

In the bells of the neighborhood -

Wolves, bears, jackals, boars

And their little spouses.

Mice, moles and - of course - owls

Hit the cajones again

The waters carry the burning Word

From Cartagena to Jericho.

From Notre Dame to Montsegur,

А downy poplar flies,

The archers of Agincourt

Have already risen in the trenches.

The sun will rise as light as salt,

Vine of thorns will grow,

Pure blood will burn the sand,

The time will come for the faithful.

With demons again one on one,

Demons are pretty annoying,

The Khamsin looks right in my face...

A Khamsin is flying right in my face,

The sea and a terrible moon!