Поезд в огне [Poezd v ognie] [English translation]

Colonel Vasin approached a frontline with his young and beautiful half

Colonel Vasin called his regiment and told them: “That’s all. Enough!”

We have been fighting for seventy years, we’ve been taught: Live is a fight

But our reconnaissance gave a report: We fought ourselves. It’s the light!

I saw the greedy generals. Our blood and gore they wish.

Their offsprings are getting crazy, being placed to a golden niche

Our ploughs are getting rusty. The churches have mixed with the ash.

It’s just the time to get back home, other places we have to nash.

Our train is in flame, front the tunnel we see no ray

Our train is in flame, nowhere to run away,

This land was our asset, until we got tied up with that bloody fight

The land will die if we don’t take it back. Let’s go, the time is right!

The torches are lit; the dead ones are rising from their shell-holes and pits

And the *******s who were killing our fathers, are making plans for our kids

We were been born under the sounds of marches. We have been frightened with jails.

But it’s enough to crawl on our bellies. Our train got back to its rails!