The meaning of the lyrics of the song "On the fraternal graves." (Na bratskih mogilah) the performer of the song "Vladimir Vysotsky"

No crosses are placed on mass graves,

And widows do not weep over them,

Someone brings bouquets of flowers,

And they light the Eternal Flame.

Here the earth used to rise up in convulsions,

And now there are granite slabs,

There is not a single personal fate here,

All fates are merged into one.

And in the Eternal Flame, you see a blazing tank,

Burning Russian huts,

Burning Smolensk and burning Reichstag,

A burning soldier's heart.

There are no weeping widows by the mass graves,

Stronger people come here,

No crosses are placed on mass graves,

But does that make it any easier?

No crosses are placed on mass graves,

But does that make it any easier?

На братских могилах не ставят крестов, И вдовы на них не рыдают, К ним

кто-то приносит букеты цветов, И Вечный огонь зажигают.

Здесь раньше вставала земля на дыбы, А нынче гранитные плиты, Здес

ь нет ни одной персональной судьбы, Все судьб

ы в единую слиты.

А в Вечном огне видишь вспыхнувший

танк, Горящие русские хаты, Горящий См

оленск и горящий Рейхстаг, Горящее сердце солдата.

У братских могил нет заплаканных вдов, Сюда ходят люди покрепче, На бр

атских могилах не ставят крестов, Но разве от этого легче.

На братских могилах не ставят крестов, Но разве от этого легче.

Vladimir Vysotsky's poem "On the Mass Graves" is a poignant reflection on the victims of war and how we remember them.

The absence of traditional attributes of mourning—crosses and weeping widows—emphasizes the irrevocability of the loss. A mass grave is a place where individual destinies dissolve into a common tragedy. "There is no personal fate here, All fates are merged into one."

The Eternal Flame becomes a symbol not only of memory but also of the war itself, its horrors and pain. Images of battles come to life in its flames: "Burning Smolensk and burning Reichstag, The burning heart of a soldier." Vysotsky shows that war leaves an indelible mark not only on the earth but also in the souls of people.

The final lines—"There are no crosses on mass graves, But is it any easier because of it?"—rhyme with the beginning of the poem, closing the composition and enhancing the feeling of hopelessness. The absence of crosses does not diminish the grief or ease the pain of loss.

Vysotsky's poem is a reminder of the price of victory and our duty to those who gave their lives for peace.