ЯRОМИР - бабочка бражник
текст песни

A death's head hawk moth sits on the wall
I try not to remember death and war
Black wings, ghostly pollen
Russians fight to the end
Who are we, born in a time of dark turmoil?
The radio is dead, all televisions lie
The black sun shines for us near Kursk
And still we speak Russian
Calm my death's head, give me spring water
Three deaths cannot happen, one misfortune cannot be avoided
August burns, gray ashes fall
Green armored personnel carriers ride near Kursk

Hawk moth, your black body
Can we remember what happened and burned?
Our youth was lost near Donetsk
Childhood remained in the Soviet Union

We grew accustomed to family dinners in the evenings
And to the milky smell of a warm baby
We visited our parents on weekends
We bought pillows and towels
Life is made up of habits Like a little boat
She floated along the turbulent spring streams
She carried the scent of hard, sweet autumn apples
And morning awakenings, and Sunday movies
And something thin and golden trembled
Like butterfly wings pierced by light
Words cannot describe such a thing
Is this happiness? And what, if not this?

Hawk moth, your black body
Can we remember what happened and burned out?
Our youth was laid to rest near Donetsk
Childhood remained in the Soviet Union

Reports squeal, the globe blazes
The map of the southwest turned red
Evacuation. One suitcase. Bus
The body can't get used to the narrow bunk
And watches the crows circle above the ground
A man thrown out of his familiar life
For ten years the war has been supplying ammunition
Can't get used to it

Butterfly, hawk moth, your black body
Can we remember what happened and burned out?
Our youth was laid to rest near Donetsk
Childhood remained in the Soviet Union