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.