They took you away at the break of dawn, I followed behind, like a funeral train. In the dark room, the children cried on, As the candle burned down to nothing again. As the candle burned down to nothing again. The cold of the icon was on your lips, The deathly sweat on your brow... I won't forget! I will wail like widows of the guard, Under the Kremlin towers, in deep regret. I won't forget... I won't forget... I will wail! I will wail! Like widows of the guard of old! I will wail! I will wail! In the shadow of the cold! Under the towers, I will wail! Under the towers, I will wail! The cold of the icon was on your lips, The deathly sweat on your brow... I won't forget. The candle is gone. The shadow slips. A memory I will never forget. At the break of dawn... Like a funeral train... I will wail.
