So you are here, brothers from Kain´s blood,
messangers of night that stabbes you from behind,
so you are here, Stalin´s grandchildren,
but not as yesterday, today it s without lilacs,
thanks for your iron peace doves
and thanks for your bitter almond kisses
the faith was stabbed in the beautiful country
bright red rose hips are monument to murdered.
Thank you and hugs
for your provocation and for shooting children
our homes shall be your homes
lead-smelling cimeteries are witnesses.
I know, it was a mistake to spit on memorials
we have but hope, we were and we will be
thanks so much you seizure-brothers
thanks so much, we ll never forget,
we ll never forget!