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The song named «Russian road».
Along the crying earth, not feeling jackboots,
Our bloodless detachment's escaping from the enemies
Is eating sorrel leaves on the run,
Is staying overnight in a gully under an arrow-wood bush.
It's impossible to rest for us -- run away, run away, run away.
And our pretending friends are staying abroad.
And watching closely how we are being beaten.
And only the long roads are absolutely for us.
Wipe your tears, rest a little,
I'm Russian road.
Retreat and I cover your retreat
with mud and water.
But they're head over ears in mud, up to eyes in water.
Some time later the enemies ran us down again.
they're attacking us more strongly, are just about to overkill us.
But the biting frosts are rushing to help us.
Rest, wipe your bitter tears,
We are Russian frosts.
As enticing by Moscow, we'll freeze the enemies,
cover them with melancholy.
The nature is like our own mother in the war,
But it was time to hide, now it's time to advance,
And soon we're appeared in the enemy towns.
And began to destroy all around, oversmashed.
Broke off to pieces, thrashed into ruins.
And as crushing, we explained the moaning enemies.
Remember our strange tactical method.
When we retreat - it means we advance.
Together with frosts and forests, Susanin's ahead.
Just God gave us Russian road.
Russian road, Russian road, Russian road.
(The translation by Alexey Lyakhov, the assistance of it- IgorRussland. Igor Rasteryaev is a composer).
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with lyrics http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G099l5IWCn0
Oh field, dear field,
Dear wide field,
Heroes ride over the field,
Hey, heroes of the red army.
Girls are crying,
Today the girls are downhearted,
Their beloved has gone away for a long time,
Hey, away to the army.
Girls, take a look,
Take a look at our road,
The long road is winding,
Hey, what a jolly road.
But out there we see,
We see a grey storm-cloud:
The enemy's evil from within the forest,
Hey, the enemy's evil is like a storm-cloud.
Hey, girls, take a look,
We're ready to take the enemy,
Our steeds are quick-legged,
And hey, our tanks are quick-moving.
Hey, let comradely work
Bubble in the kolkhoz,
We're supervisors today,
Hey, today we're sentries.
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On November 7, 1941 Stalin's Speech... Farewell of the Slav... Marsh Zashchitnikov Moskvy...
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The Sacred War
The huge country is rising
Is rising for the deathly battle
Against the dark fascist force
Against their cursed hordes
Let our noble wrath
Seethe like waves
The national war is going
The Sacred War
Will resist the oppressors
Of right notions (ideas)
Rapists, bandits
People's tormentors
Let our noble wrath
Seethe like waves
The national war is going
The Sacred War
Don't their black wings dare
Fly over our Motherland
Don't the ennemy dare tread
Our immense fields
Let our noble wrath
Seethe like waves
The national war is going
The Sacred War
Let us put a bullet into the brow
Of the rotten fascist vermin
Let us make a strong coffin
For such breed
Let our noble wrath
Seethe like waves
The national war is going
The Sacred War
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live version http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DlJU-YZeg6Y
original http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WhbBqNt80sc
Ribbon of Saint George
A spring forest is flying-by behind the windows.
I am riding a Leningrad suburban train.
A little girl is sitting across from me.
She has Ribbon of Saint George in her braid.
Today one can wear this ribbon
On one's handbag, or in the form of a brooch,
But I remember clearly without the ribbons
How my grandma never threw away the breadcrumbs.
We hear a lot of superfluous words on Victory Day,
But this syrupy unctuousness is not very much believed
By those who at the age of ten had to sustain
Themselves mainly on carpenter's glue.
The passage of time multiplies everything by zero
And replaces one generation by another, so that...
The extenuated pain of the war shows up
Only as a spring exacerbation.
Many circle around this pain
Like crows and seagulls.
As if they want to snatch their very own piece
Of the concrete heroic blockade
I am riding the train and looking at it all:
Through the window, at the little girl with her beautiful eyes,
But behind the window those soldiers lie
And sprout as new forests.
I am passing through the ominous places,
Where a person is the main treasure beneath the soil,
Where soldiers lie since the war
With the density of three per square meter.
Steps and voices are heard there...
And odd lights are seen on the swamps.
Shadows sing to you during the night
As if they ask and want something:
"Dig me out pal. I'm Alexandr Vershinin,
The fifth mortar regiment. I'm from Ryazan.
You've seen a lot of versions about soldiers in the movies.
Now you will listen to mine; bet it'll be more interesting."
So they start to tell their tales
In the language of moans and unfinished thoughts.
You want to run away, but again they glimmer
Just ahead between pine trees.
"Hurry to dig me out, I beg you again.
I'm Sregey Morshannokov, born near Pskov.
Pass my address to my home village:
It's the 18th grid square, the black shell hole."
Then everything will roar and fly somewhere at dawn,
And then push forward on the machine gun, with bayonets and cursing;
And trees are all uprooted down: roots growing upwards...
At this glorious battle place of crime
It is a miraculous place. Forests are like in fairy tales:
Step on a bump, look at it, this is a helmet.
Dig a little deeper and you find a pot and a spoon.
But above all of this cloudberries just grow.
The month of May is in its full bloom and beauty.
The train is approaching the Apraksin Station.
А gaggle of geese is in the sky. Summer will soon come.
The little girl is fixing the ribbon in her braid.
(The translation by opazdamshi (Maxim). Igor Rasteryaev is the writer, composer, and performer.
*bonus http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d6ucXHU9WPQ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NRZrH6gdpyQ
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tiger replica from russia. Samara
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e8H8GQXHwhg#t=128
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8xCaHsfux-8
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The march of the USSR tankmen
The armor's strong, the tanks are very steady,
And our fighters' spirit is robust.
The Russian tankmen are standing and ready -
They're only sons of Glory and Triumph.
By their fire, by their strongest steeling
The tanks will win on the future battlefield,
When we'll be sent to battle by comrade Stalin,
And the Grand Marshal will be our lead.
The fruits of work in cities and in farms
Should be defended, saved by any price.
We'll break the foe by number of advances:
By tanks' onslaught, by onset of the blasts.
By their fire, by their strongest steeling ...
The artful & sneaky evil should remember
We are on duty, we are in recon.
We shall not give him even a square meter,
Albeit to take the foreign we will not.
By their fire, by their strongest steeling ...
If anywhere a double dyed foes
Will come to us for checking their good luck
Then they will turn up quickly their toes
Soon after our drivers start the engine-blocks.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZvsintGi5JA
It is somewhat bias as all films are in 1943, but it does a pretty good summarizing what happened in the first two years on the eastern front and why the Germans lost.
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