Heroes don't die - They get killed

In memory of Boris Nemtsov

Heroes don't die

They are being killed

At night, in the back - then they run away,

Opposite the Kremlin

There everything is holding on to something star,

There is water on the bridge.

There's too much emotion on a dead face

To appear alive.

I remember how warm the sun was

And how it turned into smoke.

How can I address myself

To hear the answer?

He couldn't say goodbye to himself.

He is no more.

Boris Nemtsov was killed that evening,

People were killed that evening.

Russia will be free, Vova,

The hero won't die.

No one else can say for us

The meat is torn off the tongue by a whip.

Suddenly the guilty will not be punished,

And the saints will be crucified.

A load of two hundred under the crown of the bride,

He was alien to the war.

There is no honor in this country

We are alive and it is our fault.

I shouted into prophetic eternal dreams,

On this last evening

We don't have spring

And we can't breathe anymore.

Forgive me for life, for poetry.

Honor, freedom, do not kill, do not steal -

His sins.

He was in pain -

In the heart of the control.

Do not knock out the soul from the body. Tell your descendants

As for freedom, for honor, He changes life for death.

Come on, kill for an encore.

Two words, and as if we lived. Don't look back Boris

You were killed....

Denis Gurtovnik,
16 years old, March 2015
published for the first time