I to you my native will come!
To a grave covered with snow!
I'll dress up the tree son,
In your house under the open sky!!!
Let the toys sparkle on it!
Let tinsel sparkle in the sun!
Can you, from immense heights,
You'll see everything, son, in the window...
So that you know that in the world of earth,
You, my son, have not been forgotten!
And what's in the New year for you,
We dressed up the Christmas tree, son...
At the grave, my son stand,
There were tears on her cheeks!
And only from the sky, fly slowly,
Fluffy, white snowflakes!
And around, son silence!
The vast snow gave!
All around are graves, crosses!
This city is special, sad!
This is a city where there is a lot of longing!
This is a city where there is a lot of sadness!
Where is the screaming and crying of the heart!
Where children are ruthlessly taken away!
Tearing the hearts out of the mothers ' Breasts,
They are being lowered into the grave from us!!!