Примета [Primeta] [English translation]

If you see a raven soar -

There is bound to be a war,

And if he remains in flight,

And if he remains in flight -

Then we all must go and fight

For the war to pass us by -

This poor raven has to die,

So to shoot the raven down

So to shoot the raven down -

We must go and load the guns

As we’re loading up the guns -

Everyone will want a turn,

And when the shooting will begin

And when the shooting will begin -

Bullets will find their way in

They have pity for no one,

They will hit just anyone -

Could be stranger, could be friend -

Til we’re all laid end to end.

And that’s all, that is the end

That’s all - there is no more to say,

That’s all - there is no one to see,

No one to see for miles around,

Just the raven circling round -

No one left to shoot him down