Lyrics Н. Прилепский - Панихида

The lights are on
lit on thin candles
they burn
under the gloomy sky of spring,
and in those lights
mixed with autumn spring.
They cannot be understood
to those who did not know that autumn.
It's so colorful here
that autumn it was off the lights.
Bonfire lights
tired of burning in the night.
Well, and then
over the reflection in the river
the concrete was burning,
like a coal briquette
he was black.
He's white as snow right now
he is white as a skull,
and then he was blacker
anthracite
perfect blackness
when it fell
ashes from a black height ...

The lights are on.
On the wicks of church candles
they burn
for everyone who happened to lie
under the layer of earth.
It doesn't matter if they are led
or lay down
not keeping their names ...
On an autumn day
just 6 months ago
what fire
then their eyes burned!
Let it go now
six months from now
candlelight fire
will remind us of that fire
so after
remembered how now
those whose bones
lit up like a candle
so that, as in a gap, they
passed through the years -
burnt out,
then departed ...

But no matter how it burns -
at least take all of Moscow with fire
nobody already
back will not come out of the fire.
Closing the ranks
under the dead sky of October
into fire and smoke
they left behind a row.
The lights are on ...
People are unable to warm
they burn.
Well, what else to burn ...
Like sails
blowing up banners,
to heaven
the last battalion left ...

The lights are on ...