Utyos (The Cliff)

There is a cliff on the Volga, covered with wild moss
To the very edge
And it stands for hundreds of years, only dressed in moss
Knowing neither needs nor worries
And it stands for hundreds of years, only dressed in moss
Knowing neither needs nor worries

Nothing grows on its top
Only the free wind wanders
There the mighty eagle made his nest
And preys on his victims
There the mighty eagle made his nest
And preys on his victims

Only one person was on that cliff
Only one reached the top
And the cliff did not forget that person
And since then it was named after him

And the cliff still stands and keeps
All the cherished thoughts of Stepan
And only sometimes remembers with the Volga
The brave life of the ataman
And only sometimes remembers with the Volga
The brave life of the ataman