“Over babi yar, the wild grass rustles, The trees are watching menacingly, as if judging. Here…”

“Over babi yar, the wild grass rustles,
The trees are watching menacingly, as if judging.
Here everything screams without a sound,
And taking my hat off, I feel that slowly
I turn grey”

Evgeny Yevtushenko, Babi Yar