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

X's, O's, and candy wrappers,

Now they belong to soldiers,

Now they serve men,

It's their turn now.

We've debated since the evening,

But once morning comes they'll line up,

But once morning comes they'll take aim,

Everyone will pull the trigger.

Come on down to the great river,

Where we've all left traces in the sand,

And the boat takes off in the night,

[And] Where we will leave circles in the water.

Toy daggers, bullets and cannons,

And shaved heads.

The fervent grip of the mother land, and a letter home.

Hills, X's and O's,

Oh where are you young men now,

Oh where are you soldiers now, in what tomb do you lay?

Come on down to the great river,

Where we've all left traces in the sand,

And the boat takes off in the night,

[And] Where we will leave circles in the water. (x3)

In the water... (x4)