Текст песни Окуджава - Ах, война, она не год еще протянет

Ah, the war, it won't last a year -
That's what it is and the war.
Many more kilometers of footcloths
Cut out of the canvas.

A rainbow will rise, rise above the earth.
The world will be rich in silence.
But still many fools are happy
The brave singing of the soldiers.

And therefore, to know, for generously spilled
for life, for the joy of the living,
three lines four cursed
we protect them as our lawful ones.