Ильшат Ахмеров - Война
текст песни

Tell me the truth, oh free-roaming wind:
How does this planet live? On what does it feed?
For what purpose do I sing these songs?
So that people may live—and never make war!

It seems that peace arrived long ago,
Yet somewhere, even now—
War is not merely a movie show.
And there, fathers no longer hear
The ringing laughter of their children;
Instead, flying far and near,
Come the notices of death.

In wartime, Death roams the roads,
Reaping a bountiful harvest;
Cloaking itself in Duty or in God,
It rubs its hands together in grim satisfaction.

The sky grows dark from the bombing raids;
Cities burn, and railway stops are ablaze.
A little child, too young to understand,
Cries out in vain to a mother who is dead.

It seems that peace arrived long ago,
Yet somewhere, even now—
War is not merely a movie show.
There, even by day, one cannot hear
The ringing laughter of children;
Instead, knocking at every door,
Come the notices of death.

I call things by their rightful names—
Yet doing so brings me no relief.
I pray: Oh, banner of Love and Peace—
People of the world, hold it fast!

It seems that peace arrived long ago,
Yet somewhere, even now—
War is not merely a movie show.
And there, fathers no longer hear
The ringing laughter of their children;
Instead, flying far and near,
Come the notices of death.