Krokodil - Imperial Triumphant

I shall soon fall prey to rot

Though it’s hard to die

It’s good to die;

I shall ask for no one’s pity

And there’s no one who would pity me

With my lyre I won no glory

For my noble family name;

And I die as distant from my people

As the day that I began to live

Ties of friendship

Unions of the heart-

All are broken:

From my youth

Fate has sent me foes implacable

While my friends all

Perished in the struggle

From the walls