Текст песни Колокола Хатыни - Минус

Bells ringing: this is cry!
How many years have passed since
As a fascist, evil executioner
He made a fire in Khatyn.

Not "birch", not "alder",
His flame blazed,
And innocent, flesh, human -
God terrifying himself!

Chorus:
And still today the bells of Khatyn are ringing!
They ring, their hearts are squeezing,
Minutes of memory counting!
Minutes of memory counting ... today!

Fought to cry on the walls of the furnace ...
The door surrendered, under the onslaught of bodies,
And behind her, in a gun, executioners
They killed people.

Mothers went crazy
Hugging dead children ....
Fog! Black smoke! Fog
Laughing, a thousand passions !!!

Holy God! Dear God!
Is it possible to sneer so!
Lose your own son ....
Under a shirt heart gets cold !!!

Smoke curls over the ashes ...
Surviving, left a beggar !!!
Without family, friends, without a son -
Oh, my trouble, cruise !!!

Losing

Chorus:
And still today the bells of Khatyn are ringing!
They ring, their hearts are squeezing,
Minutes of memory counting!

And still today the bells of Khatyn are ringing!
They ring, their hearts are squeezing,
Minutes of memory counting!
Minutes of memory counting ... today!