In the mountains where the clouds touch the ground,
Where the wind whispers ancient legends,
The lake light lies like a dream in the distance,
In the arms of rocks and eternal radiance.

Its water is like a mirror of the heavens,
In it the clouds float, changing shapes,
And every glance into that blue-clear forest
Leads into a world of secrets, silent and vast.

Here time stands still at the edge,
And the heart beats quieter than usual,
As if the Lord himself guards the stream
Waters that shine in the twilight primarily.

Kezenoy-Am, your light and depth
They weave eternity and freedom into the soul,
And I, like a traveler, drink you to the bottom -
To return again to the mountain sunrise.