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Поезд в огне

Akvarium / Аквариум
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Alternative English version by Zaxar Vasiljuk
THE TRAIN'S ON FIRETHE TRAIN'S ON FIRE
  
Colonel Vasin has come to the frontlineColonel Vasin returned to the front
And brought his young wife alongWith his young wife by his side
Colonel Vasin has rallied his corpsColonel Vasin sat his regiment down
And told them: "Let's go home"And told them, "Let"s go home now, guys
We fought this war for seventy yearsWe"re leading war now for seventy years
We were taught that life is a fight«Life"s a combat», the teachers would tell
But the intelligence has just reportedBut from our spies" reports it appears
We fought ourselves all this time.We were combating against ourselves
  
And I have seen generalsI"ve seen some generals
They drink and eat our deathFood on their tables grow as we die
Their children are going crazyAnd their children are delirious
Cause there's nothing left that they don't haveSince they have nothing more to desire
And our land lies in rustWhile the Earth lies in rustiness
Our churches are burnt.Ashes from churches burned down
If we want to have a home to return toIf we ever want to have a place to return to
Now is the time to returnTime to return home is now
  
Our train is on fireThis train"s flaming away
There are no buttons to pushNo more levers left to pull down
Our train is on fireThis train"s flaming away
There is no place to run toAnd we have nowhere else to run
Long ago this land was oursThis land was ours before
Before we got trapped in this warBy the struggle we were overcome
And it will die if it is nobody'sAs no one"s land she can"t live anymore
It's time for it to be returnedTime for us to take this land back has come"
  
And the torches are burning around usAll ‘round torches are burning
It's the rallying of all perished troopsIt"s the gathering of the deceased
And people who shot our fathersAnd people who shot at our fathers now want
Are now making plans for our youths.To put our kids on their victim list
We were born by the sound of marchesWe were born to the sounds of marches
We were threatened by jailWe were threatened by jail
I say it's about time we stopped crawling.Enough of crawling on belly now
We have returned to our land.We already back home made our way


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