tiresome routine

слова и музыка А. Макаревича
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MADe90GWQuk

march next marching, tamping down the roads,
being constantly in a state of a struggle,
for a hundred years, I wake up in a worry,
if at morning I don't hear gunshoting sounds.
and the world is so fragile, unsteady and subtle -
once you take off your boots and sit by the fire,
again from the screen some polished sleek mongrel
calls you up in the morn to the bayonet battle.

refrain:
but I'm so tired of a war -
I 'd be going home, to my kids and my wife,
just my house burned down, children were not born,
it is all over the seas, beyond th' edge of war -
who is the commander now?

every morning - a report on winning,
any evening - fireworks in the sky,
but of where, who tells me, such very strange children
with that wolf lead in their eyes?
and once you decide you don't,
enough await on crashup from low and above -
a new herd is already moving onwards you
with the new soulboss tilted and flagged.

refrain.

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