Текст песни Gitarrik - Красные звёзды

text by Alexander Pelevin

It's so hot today that red stars from their caps
They flow down with hot enamel into thick grass.
Consciousness is difficult to keep afloat all the time:
We know sleep creeps to the enemy
And we took pictures of him, but we see him in reality.

We'll film the fog over the railroad
Like the smell of a swamp, like a whisper in thick silence,
And our comrades know that dreams of war
Always remain with the soldier with grave anxiety,
Even heavier than a rifle on a wet back.

Through the sultry haze over the endless fire
We see that the sun looks like red copper.
We know that reality, not a dream, will turn into a nightmare,
And our commander will seem old for a second
As if suddenly the commanders knew how to grow old.

Let the machine gun strike in our direction without stopping,
Let the towers collapse and the statues fall down.
We aim through the veil of bloody faces.
The hand will not tremble, the muzzle of the rifle will not fall
In the ranks of cornflower-blue caps and scarlet buttonholes.