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Play!

Play touching the strings with your hand
And being full of inspiration,–
Play when you are alone with yourself,
Play on stage in front of a crowd,
May silence be turned
By you into a melody.
 
Play not hiding your heart's excitement
In an exalted flight of notes.
Play both tenderly and deeply,
Play solemnly and austerely,
Play as if before God!–
My dearest violinist.
 

Uncsuccessful Date

Versions: #1
I asked you out I dreamed about it
I made it happen now at last
You smiled so warmly, a little bashful
You said “Of Course! Yes, yes, yes!”
Bright-eyed and shaven the tie with polka dots
Over the blue I chose to wear
I purchased flowers, at 4 pm I zoomed right there...
I was there! – And I was there!
I was waiting! – And I did wait!
I was upset! – And I was angry!
I went home! - And I had left!
We both were there
Next to pharmacy?
I searched for your at the movie theatre
So then tomorrow,
The same time promptly, the very same place?
I was there! – And I was there!
I was waiting! – And I did wait!
I was upset! – And I was angry!
I went home! - And I had left!
We both were there
I am next to pharmacy
I searched for your at the movies
So then tomorrow,
The same time promptly, the same place?
 

The song about cherished name

Wherever we fly our plane,
Wherever we sail and wherever we go,
Wherever we build cities,
The cherished name is always with us.
If you sing a song about happiness,
If you are going by difficult path,
Know that you are not going alone, but together,
The cherished name in your heart.
 
If you are wounded in cruel battle,
If you're on the edge of death —
By blue air, by current of rivers
That man will send you help.
For many brave and honest fighters
That man replaces father,
His name will not be eclipsed in ages,
The name is dear in all languages.
 
Stalin — he is with us everywhere and all the time!
He is our guiding star!
There is no one in the world
Who is closer and dearer for us than he!
 

Oraida-raida-oraida

Handsome Elbrus* peers through the clouds,
In a white papakha, in the blue.
This proud, mighty peak,
I can't get enough of it.
 
Oraida-raida-oraida,
Oraida-raida-oraida,
Oraida-raida-oraida,
Oraida-raida-oraida...
 
Snow leopards above Karachai,
Run quickly among the mountains.
Turbulently along the slopes you release
The waters of the Kuban into the open plains.
 
Oraida-raida-oraida,
Oraida-raida-oraida,
Oraida-raida-oraida,
Oraida-raida-oraida...
 
And on the open plains of the high mountains,
Higher than Caucasian clouds,
Songs can be heard - songs of our content, proud shepherds
 
Oraida-raida-oraida,
Oraida-raida-oraida,
Oraida-raida-oraida,
Oraida-raida-oraida...
 
Musical interlude.
 
Handsome Elbrus* peers through the clouds,
In a white papakha, in the blue.
This proud, mighty peak,
I can't get enough of it.
 
Oraida-raida-oraida,
Oraida-raida-oraida,
Oraida-raida-oraida,
Oraida-raida-oraida...
 

Koreans, forward!

In the menacing, decisive hour
Listen to the fatherland's order:
Beat the impudent intervents1 —
The truth, comrade, is on our side!
All hearts burn with wrath,
The exploit will glorify the fighter,
The homeland calls the brave.
Koreans! Forward, forward!
 
Chorus:
Into battle, into battle, Korean people!
The fatherland calls everyone, everyone.
Homeland, we serve you,
We will conquer peace in battle!2
 
You see the ruins of houses,
Ashes of our native cities,
Blood, tears and suffering
Of women, children, old people.
Warrior, people's hero!
Increase threefold the wrath of attack,
The homeland calls for revenge,
Koreans! Forward, forward!
 
Chorus.
 
The sacred oath is given, —
Our country will be free,
Thunder of cannons, howl of shells,
Will never again sound over it.3
Do not spare your life,
Firmly go forth to victory,
The homeland calls to glory,
Koreans! Forward, forward!
 
Chorus.
 

• 1. the US invaders
• 2. 'отстаивать' usually is translated as 'defend' or 'maintain', but that would sound confusing here. The intended meaning is 'We go to battle now so that we will have peace again'.
• 3. literally: will become silent over it forever

Song of the destroyers on Leningrad front

We were created by Stalin,
Menacing destroyers, —
The country sends us to avenge our Motherlland.
He will not save himself inside armour,
The enemy will pay back thrice
His bill to my Motherland.
 
Chorus:
The destroyer wages battle —
The hordes of wolves are howling.
I have opened a deadly account
For the fascist rascals.
Beat! Beat!
Beat the fascists in the dug-outs,
Bury them in debris,
Beat them! Beat them!
With fierce revenge in the spirit,
Following Stalin's orders.
 
Stalin led the innumerable force
Out to victorious battle,
The enemy will not find any way back.
I'll well-aimedly send a bullet,
Avenge for my father
And for the tears and blood of children.
 
Chorus.
 
Burning with wrath towards the German,
Nikolaev beats the enemies,
Goličenkov moves them down by the hundreds.
The country will not forget
The names of the brave,
It'll retain them with love forever.
 
Chorus.
 
Growing is our army of the brave,
Like Smoljačkov the hero,
Like Pahomov, Rusinov.
We'll beat them until the end,
To exterminate the enemies,
To fullfill Stalin's order with honour.
 
Chorus.
 

In a Beautiful Place

In a beautiful place,
Near a fast and clean river
Lay a green meadow, lay a green meadow!
 
Yes, there lay a green meadow!
Yes, there lay a green meadow!
Yes, there lay a green meadow!
There lay a green meadow!
 
The sun is brightening in the sky,
And the wind is blowing with a chill.
Green as a meadow,
Green as a meadow!
 
Yes, green as a meadow.
Yes, green as a meadow.
Yes, green as a meadow.
Yes, green as a meadow!
 

Farewell of Slavianka

Arise for faith, o Russian land!
We composed many a song in our heart,
Glorifying the native land.
We loved you no matter what,
You, our holy Russian land.
You raised your head high,
Your face was shining like the sun.
But you've become a victim of betrayal –
by those who have cheated and sold you!
 
CHORUS:
And again in march trumpet calls us.
We all stand in order
And go to the holy battle.
 
Arise for faith, o Russian land!
The saints awaits Russia's victory.
Respond, o Orthodox host!
Where is your Ilya¹, where is your Dobrynya²?
Mother Homeland is summoning her sons.
We will stand all together under the gonfalons³.
And go, praying, as a procession,
For the right cause of Russia
We will shed Russian blood honestly.
 
CHORUS:
And again in march trumpet calls us.
We all stand in order
And go to the holy battle.
 
Arise for faith, o Russian land!
We are all children of a great empire,
We all remember the commandments of our fathers:
For the Homeland, Honor, Glory,
Pity neither yourself nor the enemy.
Arise, Russia, from your prison of slavery,
Victory's spirit is called: time to do battle!
Rise your battle flags
For Faith, Love, and Good.
 
CHORUS:
And again in march trumpet calls us.
We all stand in order
And go to the holy battle.
 

Moscow, you're my hope, Moscow, you're my joy

We hear the echo of the old parade,
We dream of the routes of the main attack,
Moscow, you're my hope, Moscow, you're my joy
In the soldier's heart - you are, my Moscow.
 
We have reached honestly our suffered victory,
Betrayed to a holy consanguinity,
In every new home, in every new song
Remember those who left for the battle for Moscow.
 
Gray overcoats. Russian talents.
Shining of blue of unbiased eyes
On the plains of snow young cadets are standing.
Immortality began. Life was broken off.
 
I do not need anything in this ancient world -
Just that in the hard times you will be alive,
Moscow, you're my hope, Moscow, you're my joy,
In every Russian heart you, you are, my Moscow.
Moscow, you're my hope, Moscow, you're my joy
In every Russian heart you, you are, my Moscow.
 
Everything what happened, our children will remember,
All that we have lost, and what have saved for them,
I wish you to remain the best on the planet,
The most fair and just city of the Earth.
 
Quivering looks of our old streets,
Strict lyrics of our young songs,
Moscow, you're my hope, Moscow, you're my joy
In each of our hearts you are, my Moscow.
 
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Life in one hundred and twelve words.

Cradle. Nappies. Cry. Fall.
Word. Step. Doctor. Cold.
Brother. Toys. Running around.
Backyard. Swings. Kinder garden.
 
School. Two. Three. Five. Sad.
Ball. Trip-up. Plaster. Bed.
Fight. Broken nose. Blood.
Friends. Get together. Show off. Yard.
 
Institute. Bushes. Spring.
Summer. Semester. Behind on everything.
Gin and ice. Beer. Vodka.
Coffee. Semester. Diploma.
 
Romanticism. Love. Starlight.
Hands. Lips. Sleepless nights.
Wedding. In laws. Trap. Freedom end.
Argument. Club. Glass.Friends.
 
Home. Work.
Home. Family.
Sun. Summer.
Snow. Winter.
 
Son. Cradle.Nappies.
Bed. Lover. Stress.
Business. Money. Plan. Setback.
Soap operas. TV set.
 
Summer house. Zucchini. Sour cherry.
Migraine. Glasses. Grey hair.
Grandson. Cradle. Nappies.
Bed. Blood pressure. Stress.
 
Doctor. Heart. Kidneys. Bones.
Speeches. Coffin. Farewell. Cry. Gone.
 

Ay, ne, ne, ne, ne

Versions: #3
I will go to the valley
I will look into the sky
And with a motley scarf
My plaits I'll tie.
Ay, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne,
Ay, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne,
My plaits I'll tie.
 
Where now would I look
Into the friends eyes,
A cherished, dear song
To sing for him tonight?
Ay, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne,
Ay, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne,
To sing for him tonight?.
 
But doesn't bring any joy
Beauty to my soul.
I became so different,
Not the same at all.
Ay, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne,
Ay, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne,
Not the same at all.
 
I will go to the valley
I will look into the sky
And with a motley scarf
My plaits I'll tie.
Ay, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne,
Ay, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne,
My plaits I'll tie.