From ARIA 1989 "Playing with Fire"

     Music by Vitaly Dubinin & Vladimir Holstinin
     Lyrics by Margarita Pushkina
     English translation by Little Prince

Night falls down - and the fear crawls up my eyes.
Being dead and asleep, that's too much alike.
Scared of being alone and asking dawn for a rescue,
scared of drifting by guess, the beacons are gone.
Gone - but I confide, gone - I keep the light
to be awake, to be awake.
Gone - but still I pray, gone - the vow I say:
"No falling back!"

   There is one truth to which I bore my faith:
   if I were a prisoner-of-war, I?d swap it for a death.
   I've killed to stay alive and kill again.
   Playing with war is a conscription for a man.
   Facing the sun, we're marching towards the dawn.
   The blackened air is spitting blood to stain us all.
   Blood is my drug, the hatred is my spear.
   Carrying my duty on, I've sacrificed my fear,
   fear....

       Fight is still going on,
       my fight is still going on,
       my fight!
       Fight is still going on,
       my fight is still going on,
       my fight!

   I became free not to obey commands.
   The war is over, having vanished in the past.
   The glossy smiles here drive me sick.
   When I recall the dead men, all my veins shriek.
   Facing the sun, those memories haunting me.
   Needed by none, a shade of what I used to be.
   Whoever comes, I pick the gun again.
   I'm in my mind, but the hatred is my pain,
   pain....

       Fight is still going on,
       my fight is still going on,
       my fight!
       Fight is still going on,
       my fight is still going on,
       my fight!