Common graves have no signs of cross
Widows don’t weep here
Somebody brings flowers
And lits eternal fire

Soil bristled up here in the past
Granite covers it now
No one personal fate here
All fates are fused together

Eternal fire carries back a burning tank
Burning Russian houses
Burning Smolensk, burning Reichstag
Burning hearts of soldiers

Common graves don’t see weeping widows
Strong people comt here
Common graves have no signs of cross
Does it help to feel better?