Kukushka

Songs of the unwritten, how many?
Tell me, cuckoo, sing
In the city to live or in the countryside
To lie as a stone or to burn as a star?
As a star

My sun - look at me
My palm turned into a fist
And if there is gunpowder - give fire
That's how it is

Who will follow the lone trail?
The strong and the brave
They laid their heads in the field in battle
Few remained in bright memory
In sober mind and with a firm hand in formation
In formation

My sun - look at me
My palm turned into a fist
And if there is gunpowder - give fire
That's how it is

Where are you now, free will?
With whom are you now
Do you meet the gentle dawn? Answer
Good with you, but bad without you
Patient head and shoulders under the yoke
Under the yoke