 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Победа , by - ДДТ. Song from the album Пластун, in the genre Русский рок
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Победа , by - ДДТ. Song from the album Пластун, in the genre Русский рокRecord label: Navigator Records
Song language: Russian language
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Победа , by - ДДТ. Song from the album Пластун, in the genre Русский рок
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Победа , by - ДДТ. Song from the album Пластун, in the genre Русский рок| Победа(original) | 
| Непобедимая победа за дверью тонет и горит: | 
| «Пустите, братцы, пообедать, давно не ела, все болит. | 
| Я так устала, так устала от нескончаемых боев, | 
| За пайку хлеба, ломтик сала, я полюблю вас…» | 
| А мы пахали скромно. | 
| Ведал делами нашими покой. | 
| Нам ни к чему была Победа, ведь мы не бредили войной. | 
| Но ослепительно красива победа знойная была — | 
| Не устояли, пригласили, но вслед за ней вползла Беда. | 
| Мы крови выпили три моря, мы все пожрали, что могли, | 
| Победа пела на просторе лихие песенки свои. | 
| Победа вкусно побеждала, беда солила, как могла. | 
| Нас за Победу столько пало, нас за Победу сдохла тьма. | 
| Но кончен бой, Победа, сонно зевая, подалась домой. | 
| А мы остались изумленно победу праздновать с Бедой, | 
| С Бедой, с Бедой. | 
| (translation) | 
| Invincible victory sinks and burns behind the door: | 
| “Let me have lunch, brothers, I haven’t eaten for a long time, everything hurts. | 
| I'm so tired, so tired of endless fights, | 
| For a ration of bread, a slice of bacon, I will love you ... " | 
| And we plowed modestly. | 
| Kept peace in our affairs. | 
| We didn’t need the Victory, because we didn’t rave about the war. | 
| But the sultry victory was dazzlingly beautiful - | 
| They couldn't resist, they invited her, but Trouble crept in after her. | 
| We drank three seas of blood, we ate everything we could, | 
| Victory sang its dashing songs in the open. | 
| Victory triumphed deliciously, trouble salted as best it could. | 
| So many of us fell for the Victory, darkness died for us for the Victory. | 
| But the battle is over, Pobeda, yawning sleepily, went home. | 
| And we were left in amazement to celebrate the victory with Trouble, | 
| With Trouble, with Trouble. |