War is over. |
And the guns fell silent.
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And the years smoothed out the great misfortune.
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And we live. |
And we meet spring again,
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Let's celebrate Victory Day - the best day of the year.
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And from Kamchatka to the famous Brest,
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From Sevastopol to Murmansk latitudes
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Sorrow and joy walk together across the country,
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And again, memory haunts us.
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Chorus:
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Victory Day - there is no more expensive day,
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Victory Day is the most important day!
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On this day, to the envy of the whole planet,
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All awards, Motherland, put on!
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On Victory Day people hear again
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Thunder of military victories,
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May thunder rumbles like the thunder of guns,
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In memory of the fallen, for the glory of the living!
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War is over. |
But with a singed song
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She still circles over every house,
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And we have not forgotten that twenty million
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Gone into immortality so that we can live with you.
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They fulfilled their soldier's duty
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And they remained faithful to the Motherland to the end.
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And we look into history again,
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To measure today's day as a day of war.
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Chorus.
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War is over. |
And the wounds heal
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And on Victory Day across the rapturous land,
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Shining with awards, veterans are walking,
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Front-line soldiers, heroes, the conscience of our days.
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But every year their line quickly melts,
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The glorious guards relatives are thinning,
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And spring weaves all its flowers into a wreath
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And bow down with him at the Eternal Flame!
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Chorus.
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War is over. |
How long? |
We don't know.
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But we know for sure - somewhere the triggers are cocked,
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And it smells of gunpowder, and a crazy thought wanders -
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Check again if we are so strong.
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War is over. |
But the memory of generations
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Like front-line friendship, eternal and firm.
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No one has ever put us on our knees
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And he will never bet for anything! |