Текст песни Скади - Ну чем судьба, мой мальчик, виновата...

Well, what fate, my boy, to blame,
What a lot of bumps and no luck?
But you decided how you grow up - a soldier,
But the soldiers - they do not cry.

Why, tell me, my father's gray hairs
So loud roar, my son, defame?
From battle to return unscathed,
And if the brave, the way is shorter.

Patients with scratches, bruises and abrasions
Total half-view, just a half-word,
We now and then hit back,
But we are used to and we are ready.

Let the life we ​​are now more and more bits,
Let's laugh - but how else!
Decided as a soldier, son? Well ... Fuck you!
We are soldiers and we do not cry.