A fiery giant rises over Kamchatka,
Crowns the dawns and gray clouds,
Her silhouette above the age-old earth
Draws the boundaries of living legends.

In its depths is the breath of the planets,
There beats a red-hot heart,
And each of the thousand years lived
It flows into her power so that it never ends.

Through snow and lava, through darkness and dawn
She speaks the language of eruptions,
And I, like a wanderer, stand at the foot,
Hearing the hum of ancient earthly revelations.

Klyuchevskaya, you are like a fire in the sky,
What warms and beckons in harsh winds.