The paper soldier - Bulat Okudzava

Do You hear, the clatter of soldiers boots?And see a wind of birds in insane flight?And women looking from under the hand? Do you understand what theyre looking at?Do You hear the rattle of drums? Soldier, say good-bye to her, good-bye to herPlatoon departs into a fog of dustAnd only the past looks brighter, brighter, brighter. Soldier, where did we leave our courage, When we retreating and coming back? probably women are stealing itand keeping it safely in their breastsBut friend, what are our women gona doThe moment when we cross our threshold?They will welcome us and lead into homeBut the house is full of odor of theftAnd we ignore the past; it is a lieAnd we hope for the future; it is lightBut on the fields dwell only crows And behind them war is stepping in And again the echo of soldier boots,and the wind of birds in insane flight?and women look from under the handthey look at the back of our necks