Не стреляй [Ne strelyaj] [English translation]

Don’t you shoot at grey sparrows, don’t shoot at white doves

Don't use your slingshot shooting the clouds above

Hey you, boy, don’t you shoot and don’t brag to your friends

That you bring living targets down to their ends

Bein' a shooting clubs' goer, surprising the guys,

As a perfect crack shot, you won prize after prize

Shot with pleasure, at random, as like in the dark

And they all kept exclaiming “What wonderful luck!”

Pray don’t shoot!

And it happened one day – all of what he had dreamt, -

He had finally got to the Earth’s burning end,

And when he then returned to soothe his mother’s blubs

He began steering clear of all shooting clubs

And when someone remembered the past days of war

Then his poor oppressed conscience could stand it no more

He'd drink hard just because he was seeing that guy

Standing in front of him begging for his dear life

Pray don’t shoot!