Happy holiday to you!

Guns, machine guns shoot,
Rockets with bombs fly,
And in the sky brave pilots
Masterfully shoot each other.

Flames are burning, mines are tearing
, Mountain corpses lie everywhere,
And tanks
wrecking peaceful fences with a deadly wedge .

And the commander, taking the eraser,
bowed over the military map,
I understand that - a holiday,
Not like that, [censored], March 8th.