This is by Diana Arbenina of the Night Snipers, a prominent Russian rock group; Arbenina, unlike many critics of the war, has stayed in Russia, where her career has unsurprisingly suffered because of her position. I thought I'd pass along my poor attempt at translating the song; naturally, its impact is much greater in its original rhymed and metered form.
Each day there are fewer words,
And more ellipses.
Everything serious is now
Not important and not urgent.
There is no need to go faster,
Where the road is there's now a trench;
The first one became bait
And the second fell as a target.
