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Translation of lyrics:

Having traded your sword for a Smith-and-Wesson,
It's easy to look fate in the eyes.
War as the engine of progress
Is not the best possible path.

But no-one could have known that soon
The past would return,
And that you'd have to reap the fruits
Of a hundred-year discord.

There's only a step from daring thoughts
To shaking foundations,
To counting enemies as your friends,
And your good friends are parting without any words,

You definitely won't die of boredom,
But, as always, that is not the point,
The war will allow many people free reign,
But it is not a worthy path.

And, maybe, it is not so difficult
To moderate one's dragon zeal,
You often do what you must
To those who did not deserve evil,

And between "want to" and "must", there are no substantial differences,
Defeats do not taste sweet,
But they are no more bitter than victories.