Война [Voyna] [English translation]

You're looking into the TV screen. The news show

Will tell you who was stronger today,

Who shot only in the back

And who shot only in the forehead,

And who wanted but couldn't for some reason.

What you will feel is pain and fear,

You will learn something's wrong in the world.

And, as usual, there's one leading story:

War is nothing more than a three-letter word.

She went somewhere

And she hasn't called for two days now.

For some reason you're alone and forgotten.

And each one thinks the other is to blame

Although it's as simple as ABC to make it up.

And each one wants to prove

They are better than they really are,

And a big love turns into revenge,

And crazy feelings turn into words,

But that's a very different kind of war.

Sometimes you're so exhausted

You can't get up and walk further,

And there's no one to help you on your way,

And there's no one to tell you that everything will be okay,

That it's just the beginning and it's always difficult to begin.

It's really hard to recover after you've lost heart,

Especially when you've been betrayed by a friend,

And every day turns into a frenzied fight,

And it's a war too, but a war against yourself.

He says he's seen death and he's been death himself,

He says he still remembers everything.

This nervous tremble will stay forever in his fingers.

Speaking, he cries quietly, like a rain in September.

And don't interfere, let him be the only one to speak.

His words about the past are like a wounded man's groan.

Look into his eyes

And you'll only see smoke from shooting guns.

As long as he's alive, his war will be with him.