O you great, eternal wind,
if you know, then answer me,
where will Arkaim¹ rise up?
Blood is seething and heart is beating.
How did it live, my City of the Sun?
Tell me, what's happened to it?
But Arkaim is unconquerable! - I cry again to the skies.
Over the years and forever for me
Will be waiting, will be waiting devotedly my city of Arkaim.
From Artkida² to Kashmir³ -
We will go over the fates of the world
For faith and love.
For the sake of honor and truth
Will we destroy all the obstacles.
The City of the Sun, arise!
We will rescue from below the debris
Your heavenly light.
Arkaim, your descendants
are speaking out to you!