Я вернусь [Ya vernus'] [English translation]

I am dreaming to return from war

During which I was born and brought up

At impoverished ruined soil

Under rain of tears drop-out

But the tyrant’s not buried yet

That declared war on this soil

And there seems to be no plug or end

To this war.

I am not going to presage

I am aware I’ll return to stage

Maybe in some another age

Not at fool’s cage but land of genius

Being a battle casualty

I’ll rise from grave and will sing

At very first day that we’ll celebrate

Returning from the war.

But when battle sometimes slackens off

At clock-hour halt, but not in line

About peace and about love

I compose, sing and write

The opponents heave sigh of relief

And my friends just say “It’ a jolt…”

All of them misjudge me by their own belief

It’s clock-hour halt

Just halt.

Tomorrow I’ll show my rampage

I am aware I’ll return to stage

Maybe in some another age

Not at fool’s cage but land of genius

Being a battle casualty

I’ll rise from grave and will sing

At very first day that we’ll celebrate

Returning from the war.

I’ll return from the war

I’ll return