My soul cries…

My soul cries, can you dispute it?

How could you call my sisters stupid,

All young, fourteen from  Kyrgyzstan, Natalia!

Seventeen, in total, women died by fire!

Who are the Kyrgyz? Supportive, kind

At times of tragedies their hopes’re up

These girls might know a little Russian

The age made them believe in Russians

You were with them, one word, Natalia,

Could have prevented them from deaths.

 

O