Power of people

The darkness of days, centuries,

Millennia have passed;

The chestnuts are burnt by amber,

It is none other than the people's dreams,

The greatest of all democracy has come to the world,

Prepare a throne of thirty-three-class interests.

Whom do you look for fools,

In temples, palaces, in cellars?

Somewhere the gods are breaking the ballast on the roads,

The gods will meet in the fields, in the barns.

Shovels and plows are about to become scepter,

Grayness adorns gold with gold,

Two paths, listen to the whistling sound of the chariot of time,

Empty the throne when people come.