They lie in the nameless dead-hearted cold depths
Not in swell of the ocean, at the top, in the earth
In the darkness of three winter - killed in war
Men, women, and adults, and children together
Without a trace of full family names faded forever
In their last communal public apartment
Out of there , grief didn’t tie everyone, here - inseparable
Rich man, fool, hero, glutton, laundress ballerina-girl
You were reconcile by an enemy deathbed, but out of rest
We know that your bodies had no last pure washing
The cause of end is not clear, family, deeds, fate are forgotten
But we are no corpes -
We, not me, not you.