| Alternative English version by Zaxar Vasiljuk
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THE TRAIN'S ON FIRE | THE TRAIN'S ON FIRE |
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Colonel Vasin has come to the frontline | Colonel Vasin returned to the front |
And brought his young wife along | With his young wife by his side |
Colonel Vasin has rallied his corps | Colonel Vasin sat his regiment down |
And told them: "Let's go home" | And told them, "Let"s go home now, guys |
We fought this war for seventy years | We"re leading war now for seventy years |
We were taught that life is a fight | «Life"s a combat», the teachers would tell |
But the intelligence has just reported | But from our spies" reports it appears |
We fought ourselves all this time. | We were combating against ourselves |
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And I have seen generals | I"ve seen some generals |
They drink and eat our death | Food on their tables grow as we die |
Their children are going crazy | And their children are delirious |
Cause there's nothing left that they don't have | Since they have nothing more to desire |
And our land lies in rust | While the Earth lies in rustiness |
Our churches are burnt. | Ashes from churches burned down |
If we want to have a home to return to | If we ever want to have a place to return to |
Now is the time to return | Time to return home is now |
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Our train is on fire | This train"s flaming away |
There are no buttons to push | No more levers left to pull down |
Our train is on fire | This train"s flaming away |
There is no place to run to | And we have nowhere else to run |
Long ago this land was ours | This land was ours before |
Before we got trapped in this war | By the struggle we were overcome |
And it will die if it is nobody's | As no one"s land she can"t live anymore |
It's time for it to be returned | Time for us to take this land back has come" |
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And the torches are burning around us | All ‘round torches are burning |
It's the rallying of all perished troops | It"s the gathering of the deceased |
And people who shot our fathers | And people who shot at our fathers now want |
Are now making plans for our youths. | To put our kids on their victim list |
We were born by the sound of marches | We were born to the sounds of marches |
We were threatened by jail | We were threatened by jail |
I say it's about time we stopped crawling. | Enough of crawling on belly now |
We have returned to our land. | We already back home made our way |