Текст песни В.Высоцкий - Братские могилы

On communal graves do not put crosses,
And the widows do not cry at them ...
To them, someone brings bouquets of flowers,
And the Eternal Flame is lit.

Here the earth stood on its hind legs,
And now - granite slabs.
There is not a single personal destiny -
All fates are united into one.

And in the Eternal Fire can be seen a flared tank,
Burning Russian huts,
Burning Smolensk and burning Reichstag,
The burning heart of a soldier.

The mass graves do not have tear-stained widows -
Here people go stronger.
On communal graves do not put crosses,
But is this easier?
On communal graves do not put crosses,
But is this easier? ..

1964