Вавилон [Vavilon] [English translation]

The sun is going round once again

Over my shoulder, just like a guard

The life is this much shorter, the shadow's this much longer,

But the skies above me do not have an answer yet -

Why am I here, counting every day going by.

It is waiting for me to scream, to let out my sorrow,

So that the eternal city would be my curse

No one can hear me here

Money, blood, pride and vain

Hold the power amongst these borders.

But this cursed mixture of words and destinies

And their desire to grow in order to change things

Won't help them be above all.

You are drunk on power and might

And so you will never be forgiven in your past nor future

Babilon, Babilon,

What did you create? What did you destroy?

Babilon, Babilon,

The souls are merging in those devilish flames!

The proof was blazing on every stone

You were obsessed with a desire

To forsee the untold, ignoring the shivers,

You didn't believe in remorse

Even though you knew you would fall off those mighty hights

You kept on reaching for the top, decieved by lies

You were taken and upheld by a wave

Only to see Death and the Sun all in one

Babilon, Babilon,

What did you create? What did you destroy?

Babilon, Babilon,

The souls are merging in those devilish flames!