Звон [Zvon] [English translation]

The sound of bells, crimson rivers...

From time immemorial

The dream has come to me,

A true story, a fable

Dili-dili-don-don...

What didn't happen? What will never happen?

The sound of bells disturbs my sleep but cannot wake me fully

What will happen tomorrow?

I watched my hand, watching the path

Dili-dili-don-don...

From the prophet to God is a long way

The sound of bells, crimson rivers...

From time immemorial

I used to go begging, fall on the steps

I haunted every doorstep with my bloodied knees

The bells poured their cold water on me

But I will sort myself out

One day I'll sit on the throne, I'll be crowned

Dili-dili-don-don...

Oh, a crown is neither hat nor remedy!

A spark has been lit, the bells have begun to ring

An arrow has flown into the quiet cloister

A fire sends up its flame,

An old bell-ringer, my guardian angel, tries to save the altar

My soul overflows with the bells,

I have accomplished everything I could

My oath is not a moan, my song is like a prayer

Dili-dili-don-don...

Oh, I feel the sting of nettles and the cut of a razor on my heart!

A spark has been lit, the bells have begun to ring

An arrow has flown into the quiet cloister

A fire sends up its flame,

An old bell-ringer, my guardian angel, tries to save the altar

The sound of bells, crimson rivers...

Dili-dili-don-don...