Війна жіночого роду - Men’s Toy

A boy grows handsome
The boy loves his mother
But she has to give
Her son to be a soldier
The boy sits down in the tank
Hugging his machine gun
The Rodina-mat (rus. motherland) ordered the boys
To die in a foreign land

You know why the word war is feminine
This is another toy for men
They will be grinded like meat
But women will give birth to more of them
And so it is from time immemorial, for millions of years

The boy walks across the field
In the pocket he has small seeds
In the occupied village
An old woman gave it to him
She said you will die here
The whole regiment of yours will die
An orchard will grow, an apple tree will grow out of you
Thus you will at least do something good

You know why the word war is feminine
This is another toy for men
They will be grinded like meat
But women will give birth to more of them
And so it is from time immemorial

A woman knows the price of life
Because she gives it herself
You came to her land with the sword
You will perish and rot here
Gentlemen imperialists
You are a little out of your wits
If you want to compete whose dick is longer
Why throw missiles?

You know why the word war is feminine
This is another toy for men
They will be grinded like meat
But women will give birth to more of them
And so it is from time immemorial