Текст песни Скади - Ну чем судьба, мой мальчик, виновата...

Well, what is the fate, my boy, is to blame
What a lot of cones and no luck?
But you decided: how to grow up - in the soldiers
But the soldiers - they do not cry.

Why, say, father's gray hair
So loud roar, my son, you slander?
From the battle not to return unscathed,
And if the brave, the path is shorter.

Sore scratches, bruises and abrasions
Just half a glance, just half a word,
Now and then they hit us from behind,
But we are accustomed and we are ready.

Let life now we are increasingly beaten,
Let's laugh - how else!
Decided to be a soldier, son? Well so ... Go you!
We are all soldiers, and we do not cry.