Текст песни Н. Прилепский - Панихида по погибшим на Московском Восстании 1993

Burning Lights
thin lighted candles
they burn
under the gloomy skies of spring,
and in those fires
mixed with the fall of the spring.
They do not understand
those who did not know that autumn.
There are so brightly
That fall was from fires.
Bonfires
tired in the night aglow.
Well, then
on reflection in the river
burned concrete,
like coal briquette
he was cherёn.
It sschas he is white as snow,
He is white, skull,
and then he was black
anthracite
perfect black,
when strew
black ash with a height of ...

The lights are burning.
On wicks church candles
they burn
for anyone who happened to go
under a layer of earth.
It does not matter, they are led by Mademoiselle
or lay down,
their names are not saving ...
Autumn day
only 6 months ago
how fire
then burned their eyes!
Let them now,
six months later with these days
fire in the candlelight
remind us of the fire,
and then to
recalled, as now,
those whose bones
lit up like a candle,
so as a gap, they
We passed through the years -
otgorevshie,
otpylavshie then ...

But no matter how burning -
All though Moscow fire to take
no one
I would come back from the fire.
Closed their ranks,
under the dead air in October
in fire and smoke
they left for next row.
The lights are burning ...
People unable to heat
they burn.
Well, what else to burn ...
As sails
blowing cloth banners,
to heaven
Battalion left the last ...

The lights are burning ...