Спускаясь к великой реке [Spuskayas' k velikoj reke] [English translation]

Crosses, zeros, candy wrappers,

They are soldiers now,

they are in the army

it is time for them

In the evening they were arguing

But in the mornig they fell in

But in the morning they took aim

Each of them pulled the trigger

Coming down to the great river

All of us leave traces on the sand

A boat slides in the darkness

Leaving rings on the water.

Toy sabres, toy bullets, toy cannons,

Shaven heads.

Strong clutches of Motherland and a letter home.

Hills, crosses, zeros.

Where are you, young men,

Where are you, soldiers, which ground are you sleeping in?