The Immortal Regiment is coming

There is such a legend that on the day of May 9, when the Immortal Regiment marches, the fallen, invisible to everyone, come and look at their relatives and at the world that they defended with their lives.

They left and you stayed
You were in so much pain, your hearts were torn.
Young, beautiful faces all around!
The country will be rightfully proud of them!

And the mother will cry, there was a portrait!
The hero in the picture is only twenty years old.

The youths walked, the human river flowed,
And the mother lagged behind, could not catch up,
And the mother from the sidewalk looked after,
A boy who is only twenty years old
Wife and girlfriends, relatives, friends,
The whole family stood and watched.

In April when the flowers bloomed
Shattered into pieces about the happiness of dreams,
The postman came, silently opened the bag,
And the darkness swallowed the mother forever.

The years have flown by, the soldier's mother is no more,
That soldier's portrait remained native.
Daughter, grandchildren, carried the portrait through the years,
And where he was buried, they could not find.

Look, regiments are gathering around the world,
And the fallen silently smile at their relatives!

Immortal regiments do not need to fight,
They want their mother to stop crying!

And on a sunny day, your great-grandson took the pillar,
Upstairs, above the shelf, grandfather's photo raised!
The whole world lifted up the portraits of relatives,
In the regiment there is no line on strangers and friends,
The sidewalks are empty, the shelves are leaving,
And the children carry flowers in memory of the fallen.

Immortal regiments do not need to fight,
They want their mother to stop crying!

The fallen are invisible, they stand silently,
And look into the faces of grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
The sidewalks are empty, the regiment went forward,
And the memory of the fallen will never die!