I’d rahter live with Mom and Dad
in Moscow downtown
Instead I am in a medical battalion
on a bed, bandaged

We don’t care for glory
and for Klava the nurse
My right neighbour is dead already
the left one is not yet.

And once like in frenzy
my left neighbour
Suddenly said, listen pal
you have no leg, have you?

No, no, no, I don’t believe
it most likely it’s a joke
We will cut your toes only
this was doctor’s own words.

But my left neighbour
kept laughing and joking
Even when he raved at night
he was talking about my leg

Never stand up, pal (he jeered)
never see your wife again
I wish, comrade
you could look at yourself.

If I were not a cripple
and could stand ap
I would reach my left neighbour
and just bite through his throat

I was pleading Klava the nurse
to show me what am I now
If my right neighbour were alive
he would tell me the truth.