Иваново детство [Ivanava Djetstva] [English translation]

It's just that the hunter never missed the target

It's just that the birdie never learned to fly

It's just that the hands got tired of holding on to the rails

And the dough hardened to soon

It's just that the tram just set off and ran

Downhill

Downhill

To the quiet sound of car wheels

To the insinuating sound of car wheels

It's just that the mitten was lost

And legs tottered

It's just that everything has already happened before

It's just that everything has already happened before

It's just that only when a man dies

He doesn't lie

Grass is swaying in the right side of my chest

The move is made - I will live long

A fly tears itself off sticky paper

Tearing apart its useless flesh

Leaving its ugly flesh

Void and no one is offended[*]

Does a shithead need much

Ivan's childhood long in the past

It was the merry year of war

Some was dumped, some was lost

Some was left uncarried, some was left uneaten

Does it really matter what to eat

Does it really matter what to shit

To live a life - to cross the field

So what does the earth smell of?

Grass is swaying in the right side of my chest

The move is made - I will live long

A fly tears itself off sticky paper

Tearing apart its useless flesh

Leaving its ugly flesh

[*]A paraphrase of the Russian equivalent of the English saying "the more the merrier", literally translated as "It's a cram but no one is offended".