There's nobody here Everybody's gone And the tent is cut from the inside Going to north-east Following the trees Leaving a bunch of footsteps behind And then we came The fire's remains Near this old tree Nothing to blame Near the cedar Two of them lie here Frozen silent Last hope fell down climbing the tree Nothing we can do Can't still understand Shivers and questions dance down the spine Three of them tried to Go back to the tent But they didn't reach it in time They are frozen and silent like the other two So might we have a clue? No we don't Madness rises Because The other four came out When the snow was melting And melted were their reasons near the shelter of their endings So many screaming doubts Wounds from a violent impact Radiations on their dresses And a new truth to be found Near the cedar All of them lie here Frozen silent Between the chaos of this Mystery can you see every of these theories? KGB, a bad fall, arctic hysteria Avalanche, infrasounds, secret launch of missiles Could it be? Couldn't it be? Or did they see too much and got killed? Everything seems to be Tragic and incomplete All the sentences drown in hypotheses Near the cedar Frozen silent You will never know the truth Stop asking your questions Near the cedar Sadness snow and fear In this silence Who knows the truth is just who's Frozen silent Neverending research Snow still falls down In Dyatlov pass and Otorten's cliffs