Bulat Okudzhava

• An Old Soldiers` Song, by Vadim Astrakhan
  The marching song is over and the battle – fought. / And the hoofs no longer make a sound. / Bullets made a strainer out of our old pot. / A sut...
• It’s no longer sung, our regiment’s old chant..., by Evgenia Sarkisyants
  It’s no longer sung, our regiment’s old chant, / Merry hooves have given up the thunder. / Shots have holed the bottom of the billy-can, / Sutle...