Their air, their thoughts, their life

To wake up in the morning,
To hear mother’s voice,
Happy and not worrying,
But not hear a bullets’ noise.

To look at the clear sky,
To observe here white planes
And grandfather’s wrinkly smile,
Or the perished comrades’ names

In the eyes with the salty tears,
That is visible alone in the light
And if you are watching films,
For example, «Dawns Here Are Quiet».

It is about five girls,
Who gave their young lives the Nazis.
The fascists were asked the camps to close
Russian soul and the mouths of crazy.

And Russian tears have flowed.
The icon was drowned in prays.
Mothers waited for word on the road,
And the sky ceased to be grey

In nineteen forty five.
The soldiers returning home.
Today was the last fight,
We banished this black crow.

And there is nothing happier
For mothers, children and wives,
Than to see not just a sepia,
But their air, their thoughts, their life.