Текст песни В. С. Высоцкий - Я раньше думал - Лейтенант

Dreamer, dreamer, envious lazy person!
What? Are bullets in a helmet safer than drops?
And the riders whistle
sabers rotating propellers.

I used to think "lieutenant"
sounds like this: "Pour us!"
And knowing the topography,
he stomps on gravel.

War is not fireworks at all
it's just hard work,
when,
black with sweat
up
the infantry is sliding over the plow.
March!
And clay in a chomping stomp
to the bone of frozen feet
welling up on things
weight of bread in a monthly ration.
On fighters and buttons like
scales of heavy orders.
Not up to the order.
There would be a Motherland
with daily Borodino.