You are all young and strong,
But your future belongs
To this useless war,
And the order is the law.
You are going to hell -
And you know it well.
Probably no one will
Come home - all will be killed.

This is not that old game
Which young boys often play,
Rules of this game are mad:
Who will loose will be dead.

All things which were wrong and right
In your lives
Now are only in your dreams in the night.

Shots, explosions, death,
Dust in the air,
No time for prayers.

They appeared here so snap -
This place was a trap.
The battle begins,
You have small chance to win.
You beat off an attack,
Who survived were lucky,
But the fortune on war
Is betrayer. They'll come for more.

This is not that old game...

All things which were wrong and right
In your lives
Now are nothing as compared with this fight.

You are in the point of no return,
There is no way back - it is learned.

In front lines you all are heroes
And you will hit.
Just drop out your fear -
This is not what you need.

[Solo - Melentyev]