Common graves have no signs of cross Widows donít weep here Somebody brings flowers And lits eternal fire Soil bristled up here in the past Granite covers it now No one personal fate here All fates are fused together Eternal fire carries back a burning tank Burning Russian houses Burning Smolensk, burning Reichstag Burning hearts of soldiers Common graves donít see weeping widows Strong people comt here Common graves have no signs of cross Does it help to feel better?
© Alex Sokolov. Translation, 2011