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Russian warrior, step broader and rise the banner higher,
Stay for you land, skinhead!
Blood boils angryly, the flame burns in the soul,
There's no mercy for the enemy.
Chorus 1:
Russia belongs to us,
Spirit of freedom and pride of the partiot.
We'll not leave Russia, believe in my words,
O-o, Russia belongs to us!
Russian guy, raise your hand to freedom,
Your Motherland, Folk.
Wait for the signal, brother, respest the military science,
And always go forward.
Chorus 2:
Russia belongs to us,
Russian working class will rise the fist again.
And we'll live free in our own land,
O-o, Russia belongs to me!
Chorus 2:
Chorus 1:
The ballad of Hussars
Hussars, the heroes of Great War,
Who protected Russia from enemies.
The keepers of military traditions.
Strong willed men.
You had been galloping for 200 years around the world.
The cavalry of battles and victories
The duelists, cutters down, rakes, teasers
You spent your century, believing in duty and your Motherland
Chorus:
Hussars left their places and met either bullet or blade
They spend their lives not in beds, but in the battlefields
Musicians, singers and poets they didnt know the fear.
We remember them, we love them and we revere them for that, let them rest in peace
There was a time, when Napoleon wanted conquer Russia,
Having already subjugated the half of the world.
But he was defeated in Borodino
The army of Napoleon was broken there.
Hussars were vehemently like whirlwind
The steel of their swards carried everything before them
Their hit was like the punitive sward,
Without mercy.
Chorus
The paths of the partisans and a short stop for a rest
Knowing of the approaching battle makes the heart of the hussar beat
The faithful horse will never betray.
Please, the guitar, dont keep silent.
When you return home, on the balls,
Where you have always been wished guests,
You will remember about your deeds and about your
Dead friends, hiding your tears, officers.
Native street
This is the place, where I have been living since childhood.
My house is here.
My house and my street
Are the dearest places for me.
Wherever I was, I know
That the lights of my house will be always on.
Let the trouble pass by
Let it go, like teardrop, without leaving any sign of it.
Chorus:
Native street, dearly house
Dont be in gloomy mood, just remember them.
There you are always waited for, there is your asylum
Open the doors, you are welcome
Every turn is familiar to you
And you are inclined to have a rest in the shadow of the trees
The clouds fly in the sky
And the sun lights your way
The first leaf in spring, singing of the birds
Autumn brings the rain and it snows in winter
Your mood rises when you see the smile on Russian faces
You like both: frost and heat
The years pass by and we became older
The life takes it and a lot of new trouble
But we are always loyal to our Motherland
And our native street will always live in our mind
THE STRIKES
The strikes are held everywhere in the country
Working class takes guns.
Destroy the rule of capital
And adds to those who hasnt got enough
Chorus:
The strikes what will you do
When therere shoot and blood everywhere?
The strikes you cant run anymore,
Or do you want to become a slave again?
There are barricades everywhere in the streets,
Units of workers are marching through the city.
Factories and plants are free from this day,
They belong to the power of working people.
Chorus:
New banners are on ancient towers,
Worker is in the factory, and peasant is at the tillage
Perverted are in jails, drug addicts are in the hospitals,
And therere happy faces everywhere.
Chorus:
Dont forget the heroes, who has fought and died,
Those, who killed them, are punished.
Everyone will be given for his deeds
And the New World belongs only to us.
Chorus:
ALCOHOL
We have fun with alcohol,
The best beer is for us.
Near the green football-field
The First Baltica is cool
Loud music and faces of friends,
There are Kolovrat roaring from stage.
Its better to dance, then to be drunken
And to begin fight with your guys.
Chorus:
Alcohol rise your glass
And drink for me.
Well stand for each other,
And the rest is crap!
After a long working week
At the weekend well have a rest and drink.
For the days pass faster,
Well drink more.
Chorus:
Lets drink again,
Lets open more,
The main is not to lose mind,
And everything will be fine.
The foam is on the edge,
Beers flows as a roaring river.
If you feel that its enough, dont drink more,
Think a little and go home!
Well not bring ourselves to the level of alcoholics
Were having fun, but not drinking much.
Alcoholism is for fools,
And were having fun and rest.
Chorus (2 times):
Skinhead
Well, living it aint easy
In times hard as these
But a beer and a laugh for a restless soul
Equals a pint of peace
So think of Friday evening
Yeah, think of all the fun
I recall how you stood up for me
When Id fallen to the ground
Chorus:
No longer am I close shaved
No skinhead look I wear
Turned into Mr. Normal
But for you I still do care
Have myself a glass or two
Raise it high, this songs for you
Remember times is now gone
Skinhead never walks alone
In a cold wind blowing
A hard rains coming down
I hear they are seeking reasons
Looking for someone to hang
But for someones stupid actions
You shouldnt all get the blame
Ignorance and prejudice
Theyre acting just the same
Colossal man
Colossal man was a skinhead!
Colossal man was a skinhead,
He got radiation & grew real big.
Colossal man was a skinhead,
He got radiation & grew real big.
Chorus:
Colossal man was a skinhead,
Colossal man was a skinhead,
Colossal man was a skinhead,
Colossal man is dead.
Colossal man was a skinhead,
He got radiation & it killed him dead.
Colossal man was a skinhead,
He got radiation & it killed him dead.
Chorus x 2
Just kidding, guys!
Red Terror
It has been cruel times of red tyranny,
Communists killed so many Russians.
Commisars shared Russian land,
And its masters were deported and beaten.
Grey Kolyma and forests without borders,
Enfeebled houses, coldness and cynga.
From fierce frost and tubercolosis
The prisoners are dying and in that accused
Chorus:
Red terror will never be forgotten,
The sorrowful memory lives in people's hearts.
So much grief and evil it fetched to innocent people,
But communists the deteriorates didn't break our immortal Russian folk.
Victims of Stalin's repressions, Siberia is your common grave, USSR was built on bones,
Camps and prisons of Belomorkanal buried without a trace millions of innocent ones.
The bark of sheep-dogs, barbed wire and ringing of snackles,
Gloomy look of escort through the sight,
You were convoyed to here for guaranteed wreck.
In icy snow-storm or shedded rain, with every early morning,
As soon as the dawn begins, the tired line stepped to saw-mill or skaf
The watered the snow by sweat at day, froze on prison's beds at night during the severe winter.
The slavery began the law by evil will of Kremlin's leaders, the created
Chorus:
Red terror the crimes of Soviet power
The machine of GULAG's repression, VChK executioners and NKVD dogs.
Blood-thirsty servants of Marxism grinned their wolf's lair
Tenths of distressed years of genocide in breaked Russian destiny.
The past years of red dictatorship passed,
The figures of prisoners disappeared in the past.
Only wind the rover remember the names
Of those, who were carried off in Stolypin's wagons.
He flies across the world and cries about it
He composed a song the moan about the sufferings of perished.
And born somewhere, the echo of that song is strolling
Disturbing in the souls the memory about the fallen.
Dmitry the Donskoy
The dissensions disrupted Russia, Russian heart was tearing
Because of mercenary on thoughts of princes and raids of Tatars.
Everyone aspired to power, betraying others to dissenters,
People's loyalty, honor and courage changing into merchandize.
But golden head arose on Russian ground,
Our Moscow was strengthening and enlarged.
The prince Dmitry united together the properties of his ancestors
Returning the glorious times of Russia's unity.
Chorus:
You continue father's affair, resurrecting the might of ancient state
The souls were warmed by freedom's flame, ignited by you.
And today the heads are arisen, while remembering you,
You'll be forever with us, glorious Dmitry the Donskoy.
The hour comes to threw down the fetters of Mongolian oppression,
You gave a call across the land, summoning heroes to the fight.
Detachments of knights for freedom of native people
Moved with you together to wage war for Fatherland.
Chorus
The yoke was overthrown and Motherland became liberated,
And the beginning to the empire pledged your martial deed.
But today at Eighth day of September only a few ones will remember
How the ancestors covered in blood were returning with victory home.
Chorus
Triune
In triune sacred brotherhood of Slavs
Ukrainians, Russians and Byelorussians.
We are sons of great countries,
The destinies of our folks plaited the bonds of blood.
One Motherland indivisible Rus,
The empire will one rise again.
If it's needed, die fir it and don't dread!
Rus is eternal, but death it'll not repeat twice.
Chorus:
Triune was strengthening during centuries,
And won't dir until the end of times.
Let the wisdom of ancestors be with us,
We are living together in common home.
In triune is the foundation of kin's might,
Its survival is depending on us.
We're created by nature as the people of one blood,
Nobody of us will ever betray this tie.
Our ground is connected with the glory of ancestors,
Tenths of generations, hundreds of formidable battles.
How much have seen these native fields,
They remember the joy of victories and sorrow of defeats.
You must find our the essential of Russia from grey barrows.
Which calmed inside the ashes of forgotten heroes.
Ask them about martial unity,
Save its spirit, brave Slavonic warrior.
Chorus
Our fathers and grandfathers were keeping together as family,
Moscow, Kiev and Minsk were going by a breast for each other.
And nobody wasn't able to defeat our union by a war,
Artful Judas separated us by deceit.
The ancient precept is hearing through the centuries,
The voice from depths of the times, gone into darkness.
It's prospering that there's no other way
The law of triune equity is unavoidable.
Chorus
Patriots' Path
This is the road of the chosen ones,
This is the hard way.
But we are calling to surmount it,
And not turning aside.
This is the destiny of the few ones,
Proud and honest people.
Their fate is fights and troubles,
Such share is destined to the by the lot.
Chorus:
Patriot's path until the death or victory,
Right on freedom is given to you from above.
Life is a battle; you are the hero chosen by heaven
You're foreordained to pass along the patriot's path.
The courage, belief and fortitude
Are inside our noble hearts.
We are the concord of tough spirit,
We despise the weakness and fear.
Through the years,
Despite the doom,
We'll not retreat nor a step back,
Giving the adequate repulse to the impacts of fate.
Chorus
The fury is in our eyes,
The force is in our hands.
The Slavonic pity to the vices of rotten world
Is hosted for us.
We are here not for glory,
The flame of the truth is burning inside the hearts.
We know that we're right,
We believe the future will be ours!
Chorus.
Rumors' mill
At beer tankard in lined fashionable pub
You're opening the mouth with significant image.
Your "star hour" comes the time of gossips approached,
Now you'll represent the reality inside out.
Those who are glad to weigh out their ears, always around,
You'll pour the streams of dirt and lie into these ears.
It seems that you just cannot imagine the better occupation
Than the lie, without which you cannot soberly live.
Chorus:
Roll on further your rumors' mill,
False "comrades" and pretended "friends".
Your betrayal will be the lesson for us
That's it's impossible to trust to such as you.
Lie and deceit are changing the whole into mud
And somebody is building the cheap authority on this.
The slander is birthing new frenzy rumors
And there's no end of idle gossip.
You're constantly in knowledge of recent hot news,
The majority of those you fabricated just right now.
Apparently you'll not get calm until everybody's bones will be not over-washed,
Forcing the nave to trust in your deceitful words.
You're enlarging your meaning, defaming the meritorious people
That have done a lot more things in life than you.
But the lie will not advanced you above them as you wanted
You're endlessly telling lies about others, but you'll deceive only yourself.
Hissing behind the backs of those, to whom you're clasping the hands by meeting,
Hypocritical poser, you're habited to pretend.
The smile of a friend in the face, but gossips and rumors behind the back,
But the day will come, when your snake tongue will be deleted.
Chorus
Aspiring to lowering others by the defamation
You wish to raise your own for their abasement
Glorifying yourself, slandering others
Your method to look better that you really are.
But the fraud isn't endless and the outcome is un-avoided
Blood and tears are the total of your despicable "carrier".
Cheat, you're publicly convicted in lies.
And henceforth there's not any trust to you.
Chorus.
300 years of Saint-Petersburg.
In 1703,
Peter the First established you.
Northern capital on Neva's shore,
Petersburg started shining by the strict beauty.
Much water flowed since that time,
Occasionally it was hard for a while.
But Petersburg stood against all mishaps
Though it happened a lot of them.
Chorus:
300 years of Petersburg long live my Russia!
300 years of Petersburg, the creation of Peter!
300 years of Petersburg, let it stand for 300 more,
Let the great town live forever!
Free Baltic wind in the splash of Neva's wave
Whispering its hardly audible song.
The song about the glorious city's sons
Bravely arose together on its defend.
Let's recall, standing, 900 days of blockade,
The "road of life" via hibernal Ladoga lake.
Let's remember by a kind word fallen in great war
Entered by blood into the history of our Fatherland.
Chorus
Winter palace and Smolny palace, Isaakian cathedral and Ermitage
Admiralty's building and the arch of Head Staff.
The landscape of Petersburg is pleasant for the eye
Petersburg is the beauty and consolation of Russian land.
Mars' field, Lavra and Summer garden,
Cupreous Rider on the square in Decemberists.
Nevsky's fires are brightly burning at the evening
And above them the salute designated proud "300".
Chorus
Borodino
How many forgotten graves in our ground
Graves of nameless soldiers, perished for Russia.
Young cuirassier is sleeping towards Borodino
And fearless hussar and other warriors.
Here close to Borodino the death was procured by all of them
As the price for freedom of Fatherland.
And they, strong and young people, were forced to die
Bringing their lives in sacrifice for native land.
Chorus:
Borodino, Borodino is redden by soldiers' blood.
Borodino, Borodino is illuminated by he fire of conflagrations.
In people's memory is written down forever
The filed of Russian glory towards Borodino,
Borodino, Borodino.
26 of August, bright sunny day,
Near Mozhaysk are observed Frenchmen's search's cavalry patrols.
Further is Moscow the capital and whole Russia behind it.
Old men Kutuzov led here the troops into attack.
The roar of hundreds of weapons disrupted the silence,
Bloody bold battle started.
That, who won it, seems to win the whole war,
Russian knights striving, not retreating a step
Shielding by a breast their own land from the enemy,
The brave people, the sons of Russian country stood up.
Chorus
Sleep, Russians, sleep, the fights finished to thunder,
The fights, where you cancelled your heads, carrying out your duty.
Your courage is the blame for many in our days,
When the traits of previous heroes are lost.
But not everybody forgot their own glorious ancestors,
We are singing about you it means that we're revering and remembering,
Death for Motherland is honorable fate,
That every true warrior is supposing as a reward.
Those mothers, that were waiting for your return to home, are vanished,
Always hoping to hear the ardent steps.
Their blinded from tears with grey head
The grief was bitterest, the malice was boldest.
Chorus.
3 black days of October
Gloomy autumn, Dubrovka, Nord-Ost,
Hundreds of people in captivity of Vakhabits.
The fear welded the souls, the frost at skin,
Russia under attack of Chechen bandits.
In the centre of capital, in the heart of country,
The shoal of jackals is swaggering.
The threatening echo of distant war,
The leaden hardness of common grief.
Chorus:
We'll never forget those three black days of October,
And the names of terror's victims we'll save forever.
We'll not submit Moscow and Russia, here's our native place,
And the hour will strike, when we'll mercifully revenge for death of innocent people.
The beasts holding the kids on blister,
Dictating to us their ultimatum from the screens.
Evil vultures in human exterior
Directed the bores of automatic rifles to the hall.
We all were the hostages,
Waiting for the moment of fair payment.
We weren't able to release the captives,
We just could believe to our soldiers.
Chorus
Early morning, the sleep is throwing down from legs.
"Alpha" is near the walls of theatrical centre.
The gas was flowing by tubes into the place,
And the storm began to go onward meter after meter.
Warriors gave the lesson to bastards
That became the last one on their lives.
But special troop did not rescued everybody,
Their names are forever in our minds.
Chorus
Cossacks' fist
For centuries, near our boarders
Cossack warriors carried the service,
The entered a lot of glorious pages
In the book of deeds of Russian history.
The enemy trembled hearing the knock of the hoofs of their horses,
And was running away, giving up the arms.
There weren't anybody more brave, devoted and loyal
And more capable to help Fatherland in mishap, than them.
Chorus:
By first call of the land of their own ancestors,
Cossacks' fist bet the foes of Slavs.
Going by the breast on death and falling frequently,
But Cossack never gave in.
Duty's sense was leading the squadrons into the fight,
Directing the steel blades by fair hand.
The destiny chooses who to home victory,
And for whom the handful of soil at grave's plank.
Poles and Tatars, Turks, Germans, Chechens,
Red commisars weren't able to break them.
Plague, raids, fires, want, hunger and captivity,
Farms and villages survived.
Chorus
And now spirit of Cossack-hood is breathing freely
On Kuban, Don, Terek and Dnepr.
Zaporozhje, Sravropol, Crimea, Ural and Caucasus.
Everything is connected with the legend about Cossack.
Chorus
PRAGUE 68
Tanks on the streets of Czech capital,
Peaceful people under the sight of weapons.
The cocks are tensed, gloomy faces,
The troops of the Union entered Czech.
Bridge:
This is the actual occupation,
This is the violent russification.
This is the undeclared war,
Organized by Kremlin's leaders.
Chorus:
Tanks are driving through Prague
This is the pay for the truth.
This is the end of freedom,
This is the tragedy of Czech folk.
The crimes of communism,
The aggression of Soviet militarism.
Imperial ambitions of "elder brother"
On the bayonet of deceived soldier.
The dictatorship and totalitarism were fetched to Czech by Marxism,
And ominous octopus of KGB implicated everything by the net of STB.
The authoritative regime established the rule of repressions,
USSR submitted and mercilessly enslaved Czech.
Bridge, chorus.
We are the generation of seventies growing up, not knowing the truth about Prague's spring.
We weren't guilty in it, but we grieving about the evil made by Reds.
Our Slavonic brothers Czechs we sharing your old pain,
We are bringing our excuses before Czech ground for the innocent deaths and the grief.
Czech patriots, the ones who stood against intervention,
For the independence of their own Fatherland from Soviet domination.
We respect your simple heroism, pride and discreet courage,
And we'll never betray our Slavonic friendship of nations!
Stalingrad
Smoke, fire, gun-powder and steel,
The in candescent metal is smelting the armor.
Pain, fear, sweat and blood,
The soldiers kill anew to survive.
The ground is trembling under the wheels of machines,
Black smoke the full and gas are burning.
The human being is consecrated by war on torments,
The tracks of tanks are ripping the corpses to parts.
Chorus:
Stalingrad is the city on Volga under siege,
Red flag, the star and the hammer and the sickle on it.
Wehrmacht is sending onward the attack after the attack,
The fight is going on until the last soldier.
Stalingrad the battle of two ideologies,
There isn't a road back to retreat.
Apogee in the confrontation of empires,
Death of the people in the name of ideas' triumph.
The leading rain is falling from the skies,
Bloody massacre at day and at night.
The compassion and pity are forgotten,
Crazy chaos of destruction rules everything.
Explosions, screams, the howl of sirens,
No mercy to those, who surrender to captivity.
The hate completely burns the hearts,
Forcing to go till the end.
Chorus
The closed circle of ruinous hostility
Doesn't left the hope for peace.
And people's lives aren't important any more,
The doom incited the folks.
Stalingrad is the apotheosis of war, we'll keep the memory of you.
How many perished there without a blame, we're grieving by your loss.
Sleep quietly, innocently perished soldier, the unknown and discreet hero.
Stalingrad became your grave, your last fight happened here.
The hope still alive
It happens, that life turns its back on you and misfortunes are following one another.
Then the straight way, as though it's wrapped up by the darkness, becomes the narrow path.
You're strolling, tripping, not knowing where, into voiceless dark night.
As though you'll already never find the road in the haze again.
Chorus:
When everything in the world is against you, and it seems that here's no escape,
Don't think that your efforts are useless, believe that the dawn will come soon.
Keep the purity of ideas in your heart and remember the simple words,
Until you don't surrender and still believe in a dream, the hope is still alive.
It occurs, the destiny is making an impact, but don't lower the head.
Notwithstanding that the hour of essays unexpectedly comes, go ahead and dont' retreat.
But reason and conscience will prompt how to act, listen to their voice.
Your fate is to swim against the stream, not seeking for easy road.
Chorus
Occasionally it's necessary to turn back, when suddenly you got into the cut-desac,
And it's easily to reverse, to go by side, but you're not habited to give in.
Towards the obstacles, despite the tempests, that heating the ships of others,
You're moving to arms, which still meanwhile far off, but they become closer with each step.
Chorus
The road could be hard, but it leads to victory!
Mother Russia
How much pain and evil on the scopes of my country,
How much tears and offences, how much grief on Russia grove.
But we got up for our Fatherland in the last fight,
Knowing that Mother Russia is in the edge of the abyss.
Chorus:
This is Russia, thus us your and my native land,
Its name is Russia, there are hills and rivers, forests and fields,
Glory to Russia! If it'll be needed we will die for you in the battle,
My Russia, Russia, I'm forever with you, my mother Russia.
Look, what's happened around, hear the moan and weeping,
The ruinous circle is closing up, the horses of death are rushing along at a gallop.
But until we are alive, the enemies' triumph will not happen,
We'll shield Motherland as a wall in the hour of misfortune.
Chorus
Nowhere to retreat, the bridges behind are burned up,
Mother Russia is behind us and we must save it.
Here's the last limit and only emptiness is behind it,
This is the rebellion of will and spirit, the purity of truth.
Chorus
Fatherland, do you know, how many brave hearts are ready for the fight for your sake?
Fatherland, do you hear the voices of those, who fully dedicated themselves to this fight?
Fatherland, do you remember you sons that were perished with your name on the lips?
Fatherland, do you love us? Do you believe that we'll not betray you in our last hour?
Chorus
(c) KOLOVRAT 2000