The God Wants So (Tak Ugodno Tvortsu) Poem by alex andreev

in Russian
Tvoih glubokih chuvstv uj smysla net hranit',
Ataki jdyot tot zaderjavshiysya otryad,
Krov' b'yotsa v jilah, '' hochet jit' ''.

Ub'ut tebya, net smysyla spaseniya, soldat.
Grust' v gorlo tyajest'u komok brosaet,
Otkryv ogon' po myortvoi temnote,
Drugie nikogda i ne uznaut,
Nikak ne osoznav, chto bylo na tvoyom litse.
Odin, lish ty odin povsyudu,

Tvoih glubokih chuvstv uj smysla net hranit',
V etom boyu ty stanesh chast'yu myortvoi grudy,
Otdav pokoi, chtoby drugim byla vozmojnost' jit'.
Razve uj malo projil ty, upav s probitoi golovoi,
Tseplyaya vozduh krasnymy rukami, drygayas' nemnogo?
''Upal'', - podumala ona -''i chyort s toboi'', uidya svoei dorogoi...


in English
There is no sense to save your deep feeling,
That group which was delayed in this world is waiting for attack
Blood runs through a veins, and wants to live

They'll kill you, there is no sense to save yourself, soldier.
You feel the pain in the throat from your grief
When you are opening the fire on dead darkness
Anybody never knows
What was on your face during the moment of death.
Alone, you're alone everywhere

There is no sense to save your deep feeling,
You'll become a part of a dead heap
To give a chance to other people's living.
Did ya lived a little before ya has fallen with a punched head?
Clinging to air with red hands and being jerked a little.
She thought, he's dead, let it be so, and she's gone...