They put their flowers every May Early in the morning To brothers’ grave, where, day by day Eternal fire is burning. The roof of Reichstag burns again, And gates to hell are opened, And soldiers’ hearts consumed by flame Are buried under concrete. The fire covered them before, And now so does the tombs, Their private destinies no more Are anything, but words. The lonely widow passes by, The cemetery’s empty. Nobody’s here to stand and cry, And maybe that is better.
© Tony ?. Translation, 2013