Ветер бедой ломится в ставни Сто имен прокричи - эхом ответ Кто-то тянет обозы, славя хмель распри, Ну а кто-то уже не встретит рассвет - ВОЙНА!
text: Evgeny Suchkov
"War" Dead villages froze ashes A broken sword will not take revenge The swamp of the children hastily covered The dusk of the swamps won't ruin WAR!
Doomed land of ravens flock Has flooded, having rolled a feast Echoes the melancholy wolf barking, With mangy wings the sun eclipsed WAR!
The wind breaks in disaster into the shutters Scream a hundred names - echo the answer Someone pulls carts, glorifying the hops of strife, Well, someone will no longer meet the dawn - WAR!