Broken and torn by this cruel world I lie beyond the fields of dirt and snow. All my life is one big dissapointment, so Death is the only way to end my sufferings...
My family and friends shouldn't cry for me; This funeral 'll set 'em all free. Night is coming, dark clouds fill the sky, The end is near, soon I'll see the light.
Chorus: To my cold grave At the Dyatlov Pereval... I make my final step For lying and rotting This is my sweet And peaceful cradle Where I will lie Forever…..
Tears on their faces Mixes with heavy rain. Silly,useless speeches And Her eyes full of pain; The Black Angel told me: \"You both shall meet when moon Will rise above the Wasteland Of Broken Dreams At the Dyatlov Pereval...\"