Вместе весело шагать по болотам

It is fun to walk together through the marshes, Through the marshes with machine guns. Burning down the villages is always better in a squadron, Or even a whole battalion. Glow in the sky is flickering, wavering, One missile strike, then another – and a grove is gone. One attack and then another – and a village’s gone. Let’s massacre all the natives in the area! Our methods are quite simple and humane, and humane, and humane, We’re wandering to far distant lands, what are they, we don’t know. So the hooligans are marching in the endless rows. One Army Man and then another – and here come the ranks. Homicide and then another – here’s Democracy. We’re the Army fans and we are the punishers...