Текст песни Машина времени - Я так устал на войне

March after March, ramming the road
Constantly living in a state of struggle
I’ve been waking up in anxiety for hundreds of years,
If I don’t hear shooting in the morning.
And the world is so fragile, unfaithful and subtle -
Take off your boots and sit down by the fire
Again, from the screen some sleek bastard
Calling me bayonet in the morning.

And I'm so tired of the war -
I’ll be at home, to the hut, to the children and my wife,
Only my house burned down, children are not born,
It's all beyond the seas, beyond the edge of war -
Who is our commander today?

Whatever morning is a victory report,
Whatever evening is a salute in heaven
But where, say, such strange children
With that wolf’s lead in my eyes?
And as soon as you decide what’s not necessary,
And stop waiting for disasters from earth and heaven -
A new herd is already moving at you
With the new Lenin at the ready.

And I'm so tired of the war -
I’ll be at home, to the hut, to the children and my wife,
Only my house burned down, children are not born,
It's all beyond the seas, beyond the edge of war -
Who is our commander today?