Братские могилы [Bratskie mogili] [English translation]

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.

• Artist:Vladimir Vysotsky