Текст песни My Son, My Home and My Tree - Искра жизни

Do you still remember grinding wheels of the tractor ,
vozivshego from your barracks corpses
remember as hanging from the body,
you goodbye,
waving shriveled hand.
Even then, nothing else was crying ,
and in the heart,
on compressed stomach ,
smoldering spark
It could only wait , hope . believe.
As long as we remember your death , your life and suffering ,
this life is not forgotten in the noise of the pages
old textbooks .
Never forget the millions of deaths .