They never raise crosses at mass graves of war, And widows donít drop their tears, Still someone brings flowers to lay by the stone, And lights up Eternal Flames here... The earth stood upright, like in Hell long ago, And now - slabs of granite are laid there... There isnít a single individual lot All fates were moulded together And deep in the fire see a tank caught in flames, You see Russian villages smoulder, See burning Smolensk and the Reichstag ablaze, The very burning heart of a soldier! So tearful widows donít come here at all, The people who come are much stronger. They do not raise crosses at mass graves of war, This still does not mean, itís all over...
© Alexei Tikhomirov. Translation, 2012
© Alexei Tikhomirov. Performance, 2012