Победа [Pobeda] [English translation]

An undefeatable Victory

is moaning and burning behind the door:

"Brothers, let me in to have a dinner,

I had not eaten for so long, everything is painful.

I am so tired, I'm so tired

of the never ending battles,

For the bread ration, a slice of bacon,

I will love you..."

But we've been plowing modestly, a Peace

Was a master of our deeds.

And we didn't need the Victory,

For we didn't rave of war.

But the juicy Victory

Was of a dazzling beauty -

We could not stand, we invited her,

But after her a Trouble crawled.

We drank three seas of blood

We devoured everything we could,

The Victory sang in the open

The dashing songs of hers.

The Victory was winning tasty,

The Trouble was salting as she could.

So many of us have fallen for the Victory

A heap of us has died for the Victory.

But the battle is over, the Victory, sleepy

Yawning, were going home.

And we stayed, with amazement

To celebrate the victory

With the Trouble,

With the Trouble,

With the Trouble.