Новые легионы [Novyye legiony] [English translation]

I see women, marching bravely

Bravely onward in an echelon

Their machines will win, they know

They know their time will come

They carry heavy shields made of lead

Passing under lightning strikes

And in each of them, like in a slow dance,

Germinate forgotten roots

Each grain of metal should feel steel in itself

In any workpiece we must see the detail

Every fifth year we herd them in a cage with a lion

This practice requires women to work with a whip

But what will we tell our children, when their mothers go to war?

Children are sensitive people, they'll realize at once

That in each of the women under the armored helmet

Are delicate roots - it's just too dangerous.

You see, an evil general watches after us as we step into the distance

My God, how many turns will that spiral gather into itself?

But what will we tell our children, when their mothers go to war?

What the hell will we do when a woman becomes a war?

But each grain of metal should feel steel in itself

In any workpiece we must see the detail

Still the same general will watch after us as we step into the distance

My God, how many turns will that spiral gather into itself?

• Artist:Nautilus Pompilius
• Album:Наугад