Upon Russia's heart there are such wounds, That time will not heal—pray as we may, We cannot forget what happened in Beslan— That invisible point on the bosom of Earth.
And Earth will shudder with pain, When autumn sets the leaves ablaze: She will remember the children in the captured school, Pleading pitifully: "Water!..."
The mind struggles to comprehend and cannot: What tyrant decided their fate? Rising to heaven: "Save us, O God!"— A prayer from children's parched lips.
The Lord heard! Through fire and through explosions He stretched His pierced hands toward you! From utter darkness into heaven you departed, Forgiving your murderers and the land...
Upon the planet's heart there are such wounds, That time cannot heal—powerless it remains! Earthlings! From this moment we all are from Beslan, We are destined to bear this pain together!
Save us, Lord, from the bloody threat, Help us preserve our children's joy! While mothers' tears continue to flow, We cannot live in peace!
