Na bratskikh mogilakh ne staviat krestov
I vdovy na nikh ne rydaiut, --
K nim kto-to prinosit bukety tsvetov,
I Vechnyj ogon' zazhigaiut.
Zdes' ran'she vstavala zemlia na dyby,
A nynche granitnye plity.
Zdes' net ni odnoj personal'noj sud'by --
Vse sud'by v edinuiu slity.
A v Vechnom ogne vidish' vspykhnuvshij tank,
Goriashchie russkie khaty,
Goriashchij Smolensk i goriashchij rejkhstag,
Goriashchee serdtse soldata.
U bratskikh mogil net zaplakannykh vdov --
Siuda khodiat liudi pokrepche,
Na bratskikh mogilakh ne staviat krestov...
No razve ot ehtogo legche?!
