(Ashen Light).
Black amber – a gift from the seas,
The power of death is hidden within.
In autumn, full of gray rains,
Life tore open a grave under the birch tree.
It took out bones and skulls
Of great heroes from a distant age,
And, kindling a fire in the heavens,
It burned a Human alive in it.
And it laughed, having drunk wine,
A bacchanal of despair – the life of a heretic,
Only drops of blood from wounded Death remained
On the bare bushes.
And terrible life danced in the night,
A foolish girl, full of carelessness,
And in this joy, she lost the keys
To the secret world, devoid of misfortunes.