Текст песни В.Высоцкий - Братские могилы

On the mass graves do not put crosses
And they are not widows weep ...
These someone brings bouquets of flowers,
And the eternal flame lit.

Here before the land rose on his hind legs,
And now - granite slabs.
There is not a personal destiny -
All the fate of a single merged.

And in the eternal fire erupted visible tank
Last minute Russian hut,
Burning Smolensk and burning the Reichstag,
Burning heart of a soldier.

There are no mass graves tearful widows -
These people go stronger.
On the mass graves do not put crosses
But does this easier?
On the mass graves do not put crosses
But does this easier? ..

1964