Текст песни NO NAME - Колокола Хатыни

Ringing bells: it's crying!
How many years have passed since then
Like a fascist, evil executioner
He made a fire in Khatyn.

Not "birch", not "alder",
His flame blazed,
And innocent, flesh, human -
Terrifying God himself!

Chorus:
The bells of Khatyn are still ringing!
They ring, squeezing their hearts in their chest,
Counting minutes of memory!
Minutes of memory counting ... until now!

I was crying against the walls of the furnace ...
The door surrendered, under the onslaught of bodies
And behind her, into the gun, the executioners
People were shot.

Mothers were going crazy
Hugging dead children ...
Fog! Black smoke! Fog
He laughed with a thousand passions !!!

Holy God! Dear God!
How can you scoff so!
To lose my own son ...
Under the shirt the heart freezes !!!

Smoke billows over the ashes ...
Having survived, he remained a beggar !!!
Without relatives, friends, without a son -
Oh, my misfortune, a mess !!!

Losing

Chorus:
The bells of Khatyn are still ringing!
They ring, squeezing their hearts in their chest,
Counting minutes of memory!

The bells of Khatyn are still ringing!
They ring, squeezing their hearts in their chest,
Counting minutes of memory!
Minutes of memory counting ... until now!