Текст песни ГуДим - Война удел молодых

Everything is going according to plan for the Chekist chief and his clan
As if nothing matters anymore,
Except for a barrel of jam and a basket of cookies-
And with whom here you go to the reconnaissance,
Even if in itself is not sure
In this country your back is no fool to cover you
But some preacher is nonsense and he believes in him:

"The blood of the dead heroes will shed, to burst out with lightning
The songs of heroes will echo and birds
The memory of the fallen forever remains in the heart of the saved country
The war is blazing again, but victory will come, there will be a bright day after the war! "

And here, while the older generation tries
Quietly drinking or famously selling his homeland
Young war in fashion-
And on it,
As the only correct way out-
War, destiny of the young
Here they are, able to die heroes
Ready for work and defense
Sons go into battle ...
The possibility of injustice to give change
War draws home boys
And they are puzzled, belly bayonets on the cutting edge
Hopelessness, gloominess and senselessness of this bloody massacre

War-destiny of suckers, they endure the brain
And sent to the slaughter of more experienced, more adult
Well, no feather nor fluff!
Did not you smell gunpowder?
So go ahead, poplyashi
For false ideals
Under the bullets of fools
Mon ami

The time of Mary, the paranoia of generals
Infinite eternal fatigue-
Well, it went
Where hatred and anger rule the ball
At random

Disagreed
And now the fields of war are sown with lead
Bullets fly
In the trenches of the back of Sutulim
Sided with me?
Do not think, just shoot!

Here it is a remedy for wrinkles,
Business for real men
The elixir of youth, the eternal spring of the soul
Losing the human face completely
If you stay alive, you will find harmony.

Only the young can bear this delirium
To spite all troubles to remain firm as a hammer and sharp as a sickle
Rethink values, gain faith
And justify everything that is aimed at winning

Eh roads-dust and fog ... maybe
Survivors of the mind not to move, will meet later, but for now we do not need to be spared
After all, youth is something that will not help to move down the roof
In this massacre ...
Nazhdenie-the whole world creates lawlessness, trusting in the Most High
And I'm that red-haired, too, succumbed to the propaganda of the leaders
My Faith, Love and Hope
Wish me luck in battle
And do not pity, do not cry, do not cry

War-destiny of suckers, they endure the brain
And sent to the slaughter of more experienced, more adult
Well, no feather nor fluff!
Did not you smell gunpowder?
So go ahead, poplyashi
For false ideals
Under the bullets of fools
Mon ami

And the living envied the dead, remembering how it all began-
How proudly they made rainbow plans
It seemed-victory, here it is, next to
Do not go far
Medals and orders
The hero will find an award

A little fart-and any task on your shoulder for you
But the soldier of luck turned out to be a whipping boy
Youth will overcome everything, believe me, son!
Spoke military commissar
And you were young-you still could not read between the lines