My Son’s Tin Soldier (arranged)
Total Number:
90
Music and translation by Eugene Mirvis
From B.Okudzhava
US Copyright Office
Case# 1-15022008061
2021 © Performance by E.Mirvis & "AIRDM Solutions
B.S. Okudzhava translated & music by E.Mirvis
My Son’s Tin Soldier
The Earth hums under nightingales,
It's basking under May rain treats.
But a tin solder, in travails
Is sentenced to eternal feats
Perhaps his master has been sappy
To send such a soldier forth with rue.
Ask him:” Hey, soldier, Are you happy?"
Ask him:” Hey, soldier, Are you happy?"
Ask him:” Hey, soldier, Are you happy?"
And he will aim his gun at you.
In loops of holidays and workdays
Discordant centuries will go…
Some people laugh, some cry and some pray,
While he is waiting for his foes.
He waits; he’s biased and unvaried
to be attacked while trumpets cue.
Ask him, "Hey, soldier, are you scared?”
Ask him, "Hey, soldier, are you scared
Ask him, "Hey, soldier, are you scared
And he will aim his gun at you.
Tin soldier lives as a foreteller
of greater separation trends
His damned assault gun, cast forever
He fears to lose from tiny hands.
Involuntarily, my defender,
Is rushing battles' signal through.
Ask little soldier:” Are you in pain?"
Ask him:” Hey, soldier, Aren’t you in pain?”
Ask him:” Hey, soldier, Are you in pain?”
And he will aim his gun at you.
2025