This is War

Автор: Павел Дубровский

Looking at the pictures of this life,
Reading needful books of famous men,
A soldier has to leave his faithful wife,
Making war, not peace, to love again.

This is war – no matter what they say.
This is war – no matter what we do.
And your blood is always red, not grey.
Your tears become the reckless truth.

Sitting like a baby on the grass,
Smiling naively of forthcoming days,
Don’t forget the sound of broken glass,
Molten armour in the wartime blaze.