Текст песни Gorge of IX - Холодней и Темней

I'm not drowning in water
And the fire is not burning.
Six feet in length
And yards wide -
Measure the area of ​​the garden.

But not all of them
Such a large area:
For the last sleep
We graves depth
We measured the touch.

And crowding in the darkness,
How crowded living,
There were the nakedness
Those who lived in poverty,
Losing even a name.

Lay down dead,
No crying, no quarreling.
Fools, wise men,
Sons and fathers,
Forgetting his bitterness.

Their palace was closely
This mass grave,
Cold and dark.
Only even therein
Straighten no power.

This coffin
I was raised to happiness,
But the fate of nevolit
I do not have power.

// Varlam Shalamov