Текст песни Ростислав Чебыкин - Батальное полотно

On the battle canvas
I will draw the commander
At the forefront, galloping
In the midst of violent attacks.
Cried a raven from above
Somewhere a mortar slammed -
The commander fell into the weeds.
I will erase it from the canvas.

On the battle canvas
There remains the standard bearer.
He runs, screams "Hurray,"
A volley came and he was killed.
I will erase it from the canvas
I look around and hear a voice:
“Cavalry, go ahead!”
So there will be a new look.

Thunder, fire and smoke again
The horse system is broken, defeated.
The army is melting before our eyes
The raven is watching from above.
How can I capture
Brush so slow
Transience of being
And the meaninglessness of war?

But a certain period passes,
And the creation is ready.
Visit the opening day
Show interest:
On the battle canvas
Sleepy cows roam
And the cowgirl plays
On the flute polonaise.