Words and music by B. Okudzhava

When you see the raven fly
Trouble’s brewing in the sky.
If you let the raven soar,
If you let the raven soar,
Everyone is off to war.

For the war to pass us by
We must shoot the raven down.
And to shoot the raven down,
And to shoot the raven down,
First you have to load the gun.

And when the guns are loaded - why,
Everyone will want to try.
And when the bullet starts to fly
When the bullet starts to fly,
It will find you by and by.

See, the bullet doesn’t care
Who to sting and who to spare.
Be you for or be you friend
It will get you in the end,
Till there’s no one left to stand.

No one’s left - and that is that.
Nothing’s left - and that is that.
Nothing’s left - and that is that
But the raven overhead.
No one’s there to shoot him dead.