No crosses are found where the soldiers lie still
No widows are weeping above them
But someone brings flowers with quiet goodwill
And flames ever-burning still love them

Where once the earth roared with the thunder of war
Now granite lies heavy and frozen
No single life stands as it did once before —
All fates into one have been woven

That flame holds the flash of a tank set ablaze
The smoke over homes torn and broken
A Smolensk in fire, Reichstag in a daze
A soldier's last heartbeat unspoken

No widows in sorrow now kneel by the stone —
Just those who bear pain without measure
No names, no last words, not a grave of their own…
But tell me — is grief any lesser?

No names, no last words, not a grave of their own…
But tell me — is grief any lesser?