...Но зачем она им, эта слава,— мертвым? Для...

... But why should they?
          this glory
dead?
What is it for them
          this glory
fallen?
All living things
saved
Yourself -
not saved.
What is it for them
          this glory
dead? ..
If lightning
     in the clouds scorching hot,
and a huge sky
from thunder
deaf
if shout
          all people
               of the globe -
none of the dead
not even flinch.
I know:
the sun
     in the empty eye sockets
               does not splash!
I know:
song
     heavy graves
               will not open!
But on behalf of
          hearts,
on behalf of
     of life
repeat
Eternal
Glory
Heroes! ..
And the immortal hymns,
farewell hymns
over the sleepless planet
                    are swimming
                       stately ...
Let be
    not all heroes -
those,
who died -
fallen
eternal glory!
Eternal
     glory!!

Recall all the names,
heartbroken
     remember
          my ...
It is necessary -
not dead!
This is necessary -
alive!
Recall
     proud and straight
killed in the fight ...

there is
   great right:
forget
About Me!
there is
   high right:
to wish
and dare! ..

Has become
everlasting glory
instant
death!