Шар цвета хаки [Shar tsveta khaki] [English translation]

I was colorless,

Was spotlessly clean,

Was transparent,

But I became perfectly white.

It seems someone decided that it's winter,

And covered me with chalk.

I would be white

But at least I would be clean,

Even if I would be a cold thing

But at least with the clear glance,

But someone decided that it's war,

And covered me with black paint.

I see the color

But I haven't been here,

I hear the color, I feel the color,

I don't want to know all those

Who already dye the sky.

I see a song in the distance

But I only hear:

"March, march left,

March, march right"

I haven't seen people more terrible

Than those dressed in khaki.

I would be black,

Well, even if I would be the devil itself,

But some chief,

Who always initiates attacks,

Has ordered an attack on the summer,

And trampled me in khaki.

I see the smoke

Where I haven't been,

I sense the smell of burning,

I don't want to know that scoundrel

Who will burn down this sky,

Don't touch the sky! (hands off the sky)

I don't want to know those

Who sing the song :

"March, march left

March, march right".

I have never seen a picture more foolish

Than the globe of khaki color.

March, march left

March, march right