Девятый вал [Devyatyj val] [English translation]

It was daytime, a white day,

The skies were blue,

And nobody knew:

That day the war was on

All over the world,

Like a ninth roller.

The battle was on, and again the battle,

The city is turned to ruins,

And the enemy is beaten.

Millions of combattants, young fellows,

Were lifted up to the skies in a friendly way

With a song on their lips.

The day came, and the peace came back,

The war was ended,

And nobody knew:

It was the hundredth war

All over the world,

Like a ninth roller.