[music A. Tselobenok, lyrics by A. Afonchenko ]


When age fell

Upon the world,


And wonder went out of the minds of men;

When grey cities

Reared to smoky skies,

Tall towers grim and ugly, in these shadow none might


Dream of the sun or of Spring's flowering meads;

When learning stripped the Earth of her mantle

Of beauty and poets

Sang no more of twisted phantoms


Have seen

With bleared and

Inward looking eyes;

When these things had come to pass,

And childish hopes had gone forever,


There were a people who traveled out

Of life on a quest into spaces

Whither world's dreams had fled.

But those who has remained, were doomed to death.


After any years the world have sunk

In blood of the silly essences which have imagined by Gods.

And only those who, beyond, waking world and the tall cities,

A merging with the close air

And making him a part of their fabulous wonder.