На хрена нам война [Na khrena nam voyna] [English translation]

I saw an old soldier and an old sailor

leave their ship and their stand -

"Who the hell needs the war?

F... the war!" -

Both the soldier and sailor said.

They looked into each other's eyes,

They were coming back from death -

"Who the hell needs the war?

F... the war!" -

Said those who had come back.

"The yesterday's deluge and fire are trifles

We'll build a new city over the old bones

Who the hell needs the war?

F... the war! -

Stop to build again over the old bones!

We're fed up with these barracks, let's go home,

We're fed up with the "Stand up!" instead of the dawn

Who the hell needs the war?

F... the war! -

We're fed up with these barracks, it's time to go home!

The commander is Moydodyr, the uniform full of holes -

Let's finally stop this bloody fight for peace,

Who the hell needs the war?

F... the war!

Finally stop this bloody war for peace!

Can you sail away far in the leaky basin?

Who do we need to kill, if the virus is inside us?

Who the hell needs the war?

F... the war!

Who do we need to kill, if the virus is inside us?

Through the looking glass we can see a world

There's all the same in that world, but there's no war

Who the hell needs the war?

F... the war!

It's much better like here, but without the war!"

That's what soldier and sailor were talking

When a sudden blow ruined the bridge they were walking...

They couldn't reach

the other side

but they managed to leave the war behind

"Who the hell needs the war? F... the war! -

At home I have a wife, and a bottle of wine..." -

were mumbling away

the soldier and sailor,

Being those who left the war without reaching its bottom.

• Artist:Olga Arefyeva
• Album:Батакакумба (1995)