No crosses are put on the brotherly graves
And here, no widows are mourning -
Some only bring flowers to honor the place
And keep the Eternal flames burning

This earth used to spurt and abandon its sleighs
But now - it just sleeps in the sun.
And here, there are no individual fates
All the fates have grown into one.

In the Eternal Flame there’s a flickering tank,
We observe Russian villages smolder,
The burning Smolensk, the burning Reichstag,
And the burning heart of a soldier.

No mourning widows come to this place
The people who come here are tougher
No crosses are put on the brotherly graves
But that doesn’t bring any comfort...