Сектор Газа — Пора домой

In the evening sadness finds us, sometimes, sometimes... The heart aches, the heart longs for home, for home...

The wind howls over the barracks, The BMP will clang its tracks at us — Home! Home! Time to go home!

The wind howls over the barracks, The BMP will clang its tracks at us — Home! Home! Time to go home!

Better for the young to love than to kill, than to make war... To hold a girl's hands in yours, not a rifle stock. A bullet will whistle piercingly, The AKM chatters contemptuously — Don't care! Don't care! Don't care about anything!

A bullet will whistle piercingly, The AKM chatters contemptuously — Don't care! Don't care! Don't care about anything!

The boys again hope that the battle — the last battle! They wait for the order to come — home, home!

Doves coo joyfully, And the air will smell sweet — Home! Home! Time to go home!

Doves coo joyfully, And the air will smell sweet — Home! Home! Time to go home!

In the morning the sun will blaze cheerfully over that hill! At last we'll soon meet our families, our brothers!

The sun will warm us with its rays, The willow will wave a twig — Home! Home! Time to go home!

The sun will warm us with its rays, The willow will wave a twig — Home! Home! Time to go home!