Текст песни Татьяна Дрыгина - Мальчик мой, давай поиграем в мир...

My boy, let's play the world
We’ll erase the front line from your sofa.
My boy, let’s we throw a feast
Loyal to your tin soldiers!

Everything is so innocent in your childhood game:
Just not visible droplets on the carpet.

My boy, let's ravage the buffet
Mountains of sweets are slammed for healing.
Will become candy wrappers with candy,
Apples and cookies will become a cure -

To everyone who is sad, and to everyone who is tired in battle.
Recount - is everything still in service?

My boy, look at your fighters,
Their most ferocious and most timid.
How scary they are to shoot each other in the face,
If they are brothers from one box ...

We taught them to help the fallen.
How can they understand that tomorrow they are enemies?

Sleep, baby. There are no lights in the window.
Let you dream where the hero does not cry.
The gods of war hit it off before dawn.
Droplets of tin loom dimly in the darkness ...

Lights all seem to me in distant houses:
There, the tin widows live alone.