EPTThis song is a shitload simpler and thus remained intact in rhyme, rhythm, meter, and meaning. To clarify, 'she' refers to the bullet, as it's a feminine noun in Russian.
Raven by Bulat Okudjava
If the raven’s flying high,
Then the time for war draws nigh,
And if we let him circle, sirs,
If we let him circle, sirs,
We are headed to the front.
To prevent a bloody war,
That foul raven must be dead.
For the raven to be dead,
For the raven to be dead,
We must rifles load with lead.
But just as the loading’s done,
Trigger fingers itch for fun,
And how will the shooting go?
And how will the shooting go?
Bullet finds a hole, you know.
She needs no one anymore,
She discriminates no more,
Into friend or into foe,
Just brings all her leaded woe,
Oh, and there is nothing more.
Oh, and there is nothing more,
Oh, and there is no one more,
Oh, and there is no one more,
But the raven’s kin galore,
Scrounging the remains of war.
