To the Russian soldier in 2025 by Vladimir Tsiniker

Your shell waiting for a shot in the breechthe most 
Is intended for anyone who will’t be glad be reached
Who see you as an uninvited guest, soldier,
Who is not ready to submit to you out of border
You have come to a place where you have never been,
Where the grin of death has never reigned,
Where from the walls from mirrors not yet broken still
To the m face of a killer has not looked at you??

It was not you who started this terrible war,
Which was not needed by anyone on world 
The whole country plunged into it up to its nostrils
But there is no right time to look for the guilty,
Having tasted its poison, you are already glad of the war,
It turned out that in it the devil himself is not your brother,
That a machine gun raised you on his shoulder
Abov to those who are without a machine gun neither 

And as your merciless machine gun fires out,
As much as needed will run up to your bank account,
So in general, for now you're lucky here tomfool dumbbell
And the payment for death warms ely  your soul.
And there are still enemies in ruined by you houses,
They have gray faces and horror in their sad  eyes,
You can grab everything that lies on theirown  tables,
And they won't dare interfere enymore

Let your selection of cards be full of aces,
Let it seem that your luck is caught forever, nice
But it can't help but happen in the end, once,
somewhere at the hour appointed by fate shance  
The sky will took on a black leaden colour stoun
And someone drove a bullet between your eyes
And an aspen stake under your collarbone...

//Let the start still seem good, very nice
...And someday this war will end at once
Everything is coming to an end.  It will come too.
Your guilt in it will be visible to everyone soon
It never happens otherwise in life, you should know,
Your grandchildren will hide who their grandfather was, there out 
Leaving behind a scorched trail, still cought 
And be ashamed of the war that, instead of victories, brought
Only amusement to those who started it. culprit culpable//

Let the start still seem good, very nice
...But someday this war will end at once
Everything is coming to an end.  It will come too.
Your guilt in it will be visible to everyone soon
It never happens otherwise in life, you should know,
Your grandchildren will hide who their grandfather was, there out 
Leaving behind a scorched trail, still cought 
And be ashamed of the war that, instead of victories, brought
Only amusement to those who started it, culprit...