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When We Were At War

Yulia Matyukina

When We Were At War

Kogda mi bili na voyne
Kogda mi bili na voyne
Tam kajdıy dumal o svey
Lyubimoy ili o jene
Tam kajdıy dumal o svey
Lyubimoy ili o jene

İ ya, konechno dumachy mog
İ ya, konechno dumachy mog
Kogda na truboçku glyadel
Na goluboy eu dimok
Kogda na truboçku glyadel
Na goluboy eu dimok

Kak ti kogda-to mne lgana
Kak ti kogda-to mne lgana
Chto serdche devicie svayo
Davno drugomu otdala
Chto serdche devicie svayo
Davno drugomu otdala

No ya ne dumal ni o chom
No ya ne dumal ni o chom
Ya toluko truboçku kuril
S turetskym gorykim tabachkom
Ya toluko truboçku kuril
S turetskym gorykim tabachkom

Ya tolyka vernoy puli chu
Ya tolyka vernoy puli chu
Stob utolyti pechaly svoyu
I chtob presechi nashu vracu
Stob utolitı leçali svoyu
I chtob presechi nashu vracu

Kogda mi budem na boyne
Kogda mi budem na boyne
Navstreachu pulyam polechu
Na voronom svoem kone
Navstreachu pulyam polechu
Na voronom svoem kone

No vidno smerty ne dlya menya
No vidno smerty ne dlya menya
I snova kony moy boronoy
Menya vynosit iz ognya
I snova kony moy boronoy
Menya vynosit iz ognya

When We Were At War

When we were at war
When we were at war
Everyone thought about their
Beloved or wife
Everyone thought about their
Beloved or wife

And I, of course, could think
And I, of course, could think
When I looked at the pipe
With blue smoke
When I looked at the pipe
With blue smoke

Like you once lied to me
Like you once lied to me
That your heart
Long ago gave to another
That your heart
Long ago gave to another

But I didn't think about anything
But I didn't think about anything
I just smoked the pipe
With Turkish strong tobacco
I just smoked the pipe
With Turkish strong tobacco

I only trust the faithful gun
I only trust the faithful gun
To soothe my sorrow
And to cut our enemy
To soothe my sorrow
And to cut our enemy

When we are at war
When we are at war
I will ride my black horse
To meet the bullets
I will ride my black horse
To meet the bullets

But apparently death is not for me
But apparently death is not for me
And again my horse with armor
Carries me out of the fire
And again my horse with armor
Carries me out of the fire

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