There can’t be a holy place in emptiness1
They laid the excess corpse in a ditch
Wrapped the coffin stand with a red cloth
Muffled angry grief with a patriotic song
After all, you’re not born a soldier;
You die a soldier
There can’t be a holy place without enemies
Swinging the polished butt of the rifle desperately
Advancing straight ahead in an overcoat without bullet holes
Having muffled the grinding of teeth with a patriotic march
After all, you’re not born a soldier;
You die a soldier
There can’t be a holy place in cleanness
They flooded the coast with a stern wind
Nourished the black earth with remains [of soldiers]
Having short circuited drunken nostrils with tobacco
After all, you’re not born a soldier;
You die a soldier
There can’t be a holy place without sin
Snack on girls’ horrified screams — what a blessing!
Take a sip of beer with honey and vomit for a while
Having wiped the flooding tears with a red flag
After all, you’re not born a soldier;
You die a soldier.
1. This is a Russian proverb. It means that whenever there is a desirable position everyone wants to have, someone will always have that position.