Happy holiday to you, habrazaschinkki!

Shoot guns, machine guns,
Rockets with bombs fly,
And in the sky, the brave pilots
Each other masterfully knock.

Flames blazing, mines exploding,
All over the mountains lie dead,
And the deadly wedge tanks
Crush peaceful fences.

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