Я так устал на войне [Ya tak ustal na vojne] [English translation]

March after march, ramming the roads

I am living in the state of struggle

I wake up troubled every day for the hundred years

if I do not hear shooting in the morning.

And the world is so fragile, so shaky and unreliable -

Just I take off my bots and sit at the fire - and

I see some glossy asshole on the screen

calling me to fight again in the morning.

And I am so tired in the war

I would like to go to my home, my house, my wife and kids.

But my house is burned down, my kids are not born,

All this is over the seas, over the end of the war -

Who is our commander today?

Every morning we hear victory report

Every evening we see the fireworks in the sky

But tell me, where do they come, these strange kids

With the wolfish heavy look in their eyes?

And the very moment you decide you do not need it

And that's enough to wait for the catastrophes from the Earth and skies -

and you see the new herd with the new Lenin in the head.

And I am so tired in the war

I would like to go to my home, my house, my wife and kids.

But my house is burned down, my kids are not born,

All this is over the seas, over the end of the war -

Who is our commander today?