Текст песни Владимир Высотский - Братские могилы

At the mass grave does not give up ,
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 see the tank ,
Last minute Russian hut ,
Burning Smolensk and burning the Reichstag ,
Burning heart of a soldier.

At the mass grave no tearful widows -
These people go stronger,
At the mass grave does not give up ...
But does this better ?!