Behind the White Mountains
Behind the blue rivers of the eastern land
Among  white city‘s ruins
old human kings fall asleep..
 
At the golden halls of sun
Where everything sparkles like the sunlight
Eternal silence reign
At the golden halls of kings.
 
Who are old and important -never fade
Darkness never soil the light.
And the old kings will rise from eternal sleep again,
And the  golden halls of the sun will sparkle again.