I'm the last mammoth
On this permafrost land.
My tusks are to short.
My eyes are to old.
Archaeologists dream
on the dark nights about me -
Their dogs growl and bark,
I have eternal insomnia.
I forgot how to speak
Mammoth prayers,
And there is no one, who could
Remind me of them.
Because skeletons of my brothers
Are gathering dusts in museums,
I would like to die,
But my flanks are bullet-proof.
I'm the last mammoth,
I was for so long,
And only God knows,
How tired I got.
I got tired,
I got tired,
I got tired,
I got tired.