Горный Хрусталь [Gornyj Khrustal'] [English translation]

I step into the room, in here I'll wait.

There are rocks and other books here, all clear to me.

From outside, someone hears my voice,

But I sing of the sun to the wind and of the full moon to the sun.

And what I surely know is that I am,

The northern cold wind bangs on my window pane.

I know that I walk alone in the dark,

Then why am I feeling so light yet again?

Bright rhinestone will be a sign for me,

Invisible to eyes, yet it's harder than steel.

I took a step with certain fear,

I was about to fall. Then I was saved by rhinestone.

Wind from hilltops will be a snow for us,

And some of our friends [from those]* that no longer sleep.

Leaves on the peaks adjoin gracious heavens,

But is it really night, and if it is, then where's poison in it.

I've seen the rain, I've seen the snow,

I have seen all that there is.

Death, where is thy sting?

I see the light, and this means He's here.