When there comes night And a battle-field keeps silence The Soldier continues to fight Continues to fight in the sleep Cruel thing... Cruel thing a war Explosions, the attacks and all it is fatal Find, find a door From this infernal circle And It was a next... And It was a next day War in the subconsciousness And It was a next day
And soldiers died And everywhere there was a blood And there were only graves When there comes night War comes in the subconsciousness Cruel thing... Cruel thing a war But even in a peace's time When there is a silence The Old Soldier continues to fight Continues to fight in the sleep Cruel thing... Cruel thing a war