Lyricist : Raev Sergei/Demyanenko Dmitrii/Isaev Mikhail/Shevchenko Rodion

Composer : Raev Sergei/Demyanenko Dmitrii/Isaev Mikhail/Shevchenko Rodion

Wind ruffles his strand

And covers memories with ancient sand

Strand’s blowing off the flesh from our hands

Our legacy will fade; a moment of despair

There’s nothing that can make the pathfinder go out of his straight way

Those who fall behind disperse in perpetuity.

There is no coming back

The silent wayfarer never let us lose track

Will you make any break before the very end?

We offer sacrifice to make you stop and rest

We beg for mercy upon our graying dry heads

For any minute given over what you’ve granted

Tonight the sun will rise on the western bank of Nile

To let the Moon highlight the way

There is no chance to overtake the time

Nowhere to run from him, the traveler from Thebes

Mortals change their gods, kingdoms, and faces

His eyes are motionless with no expression

The indifferent curator of the motions

Never does he change pace

Parchments and manuscripts will start decaying

The sand will refract the tales told and legends

He comes to heal the wounds or to infect them

Keeping us feeling the pain

Lives are flowing out as grains, slipping from his hands

Falling down into dimples of his sandals’ treads

The Scourge of Thebes takes our youth away

Every bone will start turning frail

Tonight the sun will rise on the western bank of Nile

To let the Moon highlight the way

There is no chance to overtake the time

Nowhere to run from him, the traveler from Thebes

We are not the first who will turn into dust

The end is not tonight

Tonight the sun will rise on the western bank of Nile

To let the Moon highlight the way

Tonight we’ll built the temple of him

The only thing to stand eternally