Текст песни Андрей Наволоцкий - Хатынь

Khatyn

Tilting his head to the sky, praying quietly to the old man ...
So silently, but not fiercely, and screams to the sky!
Every year at this place, he is like a monument to a silent war:
Was then quite a boy, only time to return dreams! - 2 times

As the Germans came from the forest with a chain and pounded like cows
Butts and boots were driven from the households
The death order was read out, everyone was ordered to take off their shoes
I could not take away the beautiful girly girl from the mother

Chorus:
Khatyn burns in the hearts of the people,
Over the woods and fields!
Do not cry enough to mourn them,
Children who were beaten with boots!

And the blood runs cold in the hearts of people
And even God covered his face with his hands,
But the wall was torn with nails ...
Pray: Let the children go,
Pray: Let the children go,
Pray: Let the children out ...

The plane is sparkling in the sky, the forests are rustling, the lovers are in a hurry
But never forget us, the child of a dying look ...
As the gray-haired boy got to his knees, he pressed his hand to his chest,
Pointing the wolf with a gum, arching his back, shouted at God with a terrible cry! - 2 times

In the window she threw the baby ...
mother, mad with fire!
Laughing nonhumans with crosses,
heat from the conflagration!
Not feeling the rain, not hearing the wind,
The old man stood quietly on his knees,
A year later, centuries later, centuries later,
"Earth and God!" - shouted!

Chorus