You, who*e who shine in the east, Twinkling with your thousand j**els; You, who*e seated on the seven hills, The seven heads of the dark world. You, mother of criminals and lawyers, Your time has nearly come; You, mother of obscenity and richness, Your glory is going to fade. "She has fallen! The great Babylon has fallen! She has become home of all demons, Shelter of all mighty filthy spirits." You, old women, don't pretend: "I am a queen on a throne, I'm not a poor widow, Mourning won't touch me." You, poor and unlucky; Great and powerful town; Your robberies and k**ings, Brightness and luxury are fading. "So Babylon will be fallen, No one will ever see her again; The blood of the Prophets and Saints runs in you, All those who have been k**ed." "She has fallen! The great Babylon has fallen! She has become home of all demons, Shelter of all mighty filthy spirits."