Bulat Okudzhava
Don’t believe in war, my boy...

Don’t believe in war, my boy,
don’t believe, it’s quite depressing,
it’s as depressing, boy,
as a pair of boots that pinch.

Those swift romantic steeds of yours,
they are good for nothing here;
you’re as exposed as an open palm,
and the bullets’ only target.

Translated by George Reavey