Текст песни Егор Летов - У войны не женское лицо

War has not a woman's face, but a light woman's tread,
Careless and crushing, like the first spring rain.
Ripe red burns, blazes in the haze

War has not a woman's face, but a woman's sly laugh,
Sly, perky and joyful, like the first spring thunder.
With a white wing, hope flashed in the distance

War has not a woman's face, but a girl's eyes,
Beloved eyes, warm, like the first spring day.
Prophetic deer running on the diamond grass

War has not a woman's face, but gentle woman's hands,
Reliable, gentle, honest, like scarlet papusa.
Red skies loom over the captive land

War does not have a woman's face War does not have a woman's face War does not have a woman's face War does not have a woman's face War does not have a woman's face War does not have a woman's face