Давайте встретим в окопах

I won't raise my hand in anger; I won't speak no words of spite
The friends I had have parted; I stand barren in the night
The memories I kept, of the friends they claimed to be
They will perish when I waken, and it's freedom that I fell

"Let us meet in the trenches, let us dance in the sun
Let us kiss in the bloodshed, till the future [bad word]