Труби, Гавриил! [Trubi, Gavriil!] [English translation]

Gabriel descended to earth and blew his trumpet, and called

All beings alive and all the dead in their coffins to justice

But it was already three a.m, and every sinner slept like a log

And the trumpet voice was in vain, and nobody of us rose up

Blow the trumpet, Gabriel, blow it

It cannot be any worse

The city is such a slumber,

That the skies will not wake it up

Blow the trumpet, Gabriel, blow it

In celebration of your heavens

Blow the trumpet, Gabriel, blow to the deaf ones

Till you are deaf yourself

The seraphim, enraged, blew with his last ounce of strength, and so

The skies above him shook,

The light of heavenly bodies faded

Yet much stronger than the brazen calling

Was the peaceful snoring from the windows

So he, paler than his own feathers,

Dropped the trumpet out of his clutches

Blow the trumpet, Gabriel, blow it

It cannot be any worse

The city is such a slumber,

That the skies will not wake it up

Blow the trumpet, Gabriel, blow it

In celebration of your heavens

Blow the trumpet, Gabriel, blow to the deaf ones

Till you are deaf yourself

• Artist:Nautilus Pompilius
• Album:Атлантида