Война бывает детская [Voyna byvaet detskaya] [English translation]

War may be childish, until the first man down,

You won't then glue back together what's shattered to pieces.

The soul, brother, won't heal, harmony is out of the question.

I've seen quite a number of lads at this ceremony.

I've seen quite a number of lads at this ceremony.

I'm watching anguish in his eyes like if it would be onTV,

At the same time a peaceful smoke, having covered the window, flows over dove-coloured road.

And like a stale dew vodka yearns in glasses,

And I am keeping my silence, and he is keeping his silence and memory won't break.

And I am keeping my silence, and he is keeping his silence and memory won't break.

War may be naked, merry, gruesome,

War may be precise, hand-to-hand combat in revelry.

I ramble the avenues, lanterns are swinging.

War may be first, and then it won't ever end.

War may be first, and then it won't ever end.

Victorious war rages until the first battle,

And then, brother, as anywhere, only multiplication everywhere.

It may be righteous, maybe voluble,

Not that long-lasting for us, parquet-safe.

Sometimes not long-lasting for us, parquet-safe.

A neighbour's wall barks of life, old and new

But ours doesn't change -- it's all the same, brother, it's full of mischief.

We are at our kitchen, celebrating. When the wife comes home she will be angry.

War dies under the last buried man's gravestone.

War dies under the last slain man's gravestone.

Let's ignore the question "Why and what for?",

The wise man said: "by your vigour shall the Lord test you".

And even though we had become morally crippled drunks,

And yet, brother, as human, not as nits.

And yet as imperishable great Johns Doe.

• Artist:DDT
• Album:Prekrasnaya Lyubov