Гора [Hora] [English translation]

Step,

I'm standing outside the doors

with the quiet mantra on my lips.

Step,

How far is it from the God

In the smoky cities?

I'm climbing to the top,

Kilimanjaro is breathing fire.

The mountain says:

"You know no limits,

Where are you running to? When will you pass?"

The mountain says:

"Ask anything you want"

Mountain give a living dew

From the sky.

Home,

The roots were poisoned,

The garden was poisoned.

Home,

Innocent and guilty

Are looking at the heaven.

They are climbing to the top,

Kilimanjaro is breathing fire.

The mountain says:

"You know no limits,

Where are you running to? When will you pass?"

The mountain says:

"Ask anything you want"

Mountain give a living dew

From the sky.

We are far from the heaven,

We were made wingless.

We are far from the heaven,

We were made wingless.

We were born strong

But became vulnerable.

The mountain says:

"You know no limits,

Where are you running to? When will you pass?"

The mountain says:

"Ask anything you want"

Mountain give a living dew

From the sky.

The mountain says:

"You know no limits,

Where are you running to? When will you pass?"

To you, mountain, our words and voices,

Ask heaven

For us.