Кладбище Сердец - Охота за хайпом
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The marble stone is shrouded in mist;
The air reeks of wine and smoldering fires.
A cross has been torn out, a grave dug up;
Cigarette butts smolder where flowers once lay.
Within the old enclosure, the gate is bent;
The filth and debris tear at the heart.
A young girl weeps—everything around her is shattered;
She can no longer recognize her father's grave.
I beg of you: do not smash the fences!
Do not burn the crosses—I implore you, stop!
Here lie our fathers, our grandfathers and grandmothers—
Yet you come here only to wreak havoc!
Leave the dead alone! Step away! Go now!
What kind of people are you? Why must you destroy everything?
You find it amusing now, but later, someone else will weep;
You set fire to a cross, while someone else simply lacks the funds to buy a new one.
Loud, heavy music blares out,
Shattering the peace of those who have passed on.
Some sleep upon the graves, while others smash the fences—
With their hands, their feet, and their mindless heads!
With drunken faces and vacant, idiotic grins,
They burn the wreaths and desecrate the bodies.
And all for the sake of "hype"—to prove they are "brave" and "strong."
For such deeds, your hands ought to be torn right off!
I beg of you: do not smash the fences!
Do not burn the crosses—I implore you, stop!
Here lie our fathers, our grandfathers and grandmothers—
Yet you come here only to wreak havoc!
Leave the dead alone! Step away! Go now!
What kind of people are you? Why must you destroy everything? You’re having your fun now, but later someone will weep;
You set fire to a cross—and someone else simply won't have the money for a new one.
Whether embracing a cross or sprawled out on a stone,
You’ll upload your photos to social media
And boast about what a "great time" you had.
It weighs heavy on my heart to sing of all this.
I beg of you: do not smash the fences!
Do not burn the crosses—I plead with you, please don't!
Here lie our fathers, our grandfathers, and our grandmothers—
Yet you come here only to wreak havoc!
Leave the dead alone! Step away! Just go!
What kind of people are you? Why must you destroy everything?
You’re having your fun now, but later someone will weep;
You set fire to a cross—and someone else simply won't have the money for a new one.