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1. |
The Woesome Famine
06:18
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The hostiles came, surrounded us
The walls were seized with fire
The sea is swarmed with their snake-boats
The sky is strewn with wires
There's no escape from misery
The foes are suffocators
The famine gan, fear's everywhere
We won't be broken, we will fight!
The coldness came,
It spares no one, no clear soul
It ruins the living
We eat the men and animals...
The brutal winter...
The famine began!
Aah, eaten all horses and rats
We cook tanned skin from the boots
Madness in minds under hats
We kill our babes,
...Devouring them!
Everywhere grief and tears
Of mothers-filicides,
Rotting old people
Groans and wails pierce the sky,
Neva is full of corpses
Petersburg like Death's bride
Pestiferous pits
Swarm with our prayers
Erected to cruel gods
How much can a man endure?
He can prevail against himself
And turn the world around,
That there was NO MORE WAR!
We are like shadows
We wander through the streets
We're hungry barebones
Unhumanly we wanna eat!
The coldness came,
It spares no one, no clear soul
It ruins the living
We eat the men and animals...
The brutal winter...
The famine began!
All grief on earth comes to an end
The sun is coming out to sky
A lot of suffering have down,
A man becomes a God!
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2. |
Poltavian Battle
05:22
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Fight!
The new dawn burns the (eastern) sky
And canons roar upon the hills
The purple smoke is (twisting) high
Toward the rose empyreans!
To make a tryst with (morning’s) rays
The regiments are closing ranks
The marksmen fill the (scattered) brush
The shot is flying, bullets slash!
Bullets slash!
The cavalry is charging;
The infantry is charging too,
Endeavoring to fortify
The cavalry with steadfast ranks...
Steadfast ranks!
The field of fatal battle thunders,
Illuminated by the flames
The glory of their banners darkens,
And by the grace of God, each step
We take across the field is blessed
Then Peter’s sonorous, inspired
Voice rose above the battle, westward,
Emerged, surrounded by a crowd:
"В бой!"
The battle flames. Through martial dust
He flies, his eyes attentive, sly,
The scorching glow of noon recasts
The cannons blow and bullets fly
Within the smoke amid the plains:
The battle of Poltava thundered!
In flames, beset by burning hail,
The skies affright, forever sundered
And over fallen ranks
Close in with bayonets
Grave clouds,
The cavalry detachments fly,
Their bridles, sabers ring,
Collide and hack and sing
The corpses pile on heaps of corpses all around...
Them, leaping, striking, scattering
Dust, hissing in the pools of blood
The Swedes and Russians — chop, hack, cut,
But Victory is ours and wrought!
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3. |
Bronze Horseman
05:07
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There, on the marge so desolate,
He stood, with mighty thoughts elate,
And sorry skiff...
Of Neva drifted seaward!
The moss-grown miry bank with rare
Hovels were dotted here and there
The murm'ring woodlands...
On sunshine, all in misty shroud
O' sunshine higher, in misty shroud
The statue's rising o'er nations' crowd
Here...
And thus He mused:
“From here, indeed
Shall we strike terror
Onto the Swede?"
And here a city
By our labour
Founded, shall gall
Our haughty neighbour
“Here cut” — so Nature gives command —
“Your window through
On Europe; stand!
Gem of the North, amazing,
In pride and splendour blazing.
Where once, low-lying shore,
In waters never known 'fore
Those shores, astir with motion,
And towers on the ocean,
The Neva's clad in granite
With bridge to overspan it
Islands lie beneath a screen
Of gardens
Deep in dusky green of waters
Silent
That you eye!
I love thy stone harmonies so austere,
Along your glum banks of granite sheer,
Thy tracery irony gates and your sparkling,
And thy transparent twilight darkling
"The Bronze Horseman -
Thou art the guard of burg!"
Smoke from thy forts: thy booming gun;
Empire holds its celebration;
Now, Petersburg, stand thou fast,
Foursquare vaunt thy nation's splendour!
So we sing the hosanna
To the city of sea
This ain't fata morgana
But the autocracy
For Ye!
Our legacy!
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4. |
Toward the Dawn
06:43
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(To Russia)
Your fire -
Fairytale
Your sire,
Emblazed by choir -
Two-headed Crow in purple veil
Oh Pyre,
Inspired,
Sanctifies
Our hearts of ire,
Inundates the Holy Grail
And
Put us once into a rage
Of Sacred War predicted by sage
Triumphal, valiant, bloodbound
Paved battlefields by hellish hounds!
Annunciate
The Victor of Fate
Pierced vultures and ravens full of loath hate
All foes of Land now are impaled
And Arc of Fame for good is layed!
O GAUDETE,
MEI MAGNA TERRA
PRINCIPIS REGNI!
Our long-awaited Freedom came!
O GAUDETE,
MEI MAGNA TERRA
PRINCIPIS REGNI!
When Sleeper-Tsar shall be awaked!
Hail!
O GAUDETE,
MEI MAGNA TERRA
PRINCIPIS REGNI!
Revivify our Russian land,
Aspire!
O GAUDETE,
MEI MAGNA TERRA
PRINCIPIS REGNI!
Herald the grandeur of Empire!
Hail!!!
Reform the measures
Once glorified
And crown allegiance
Forever-tight
Fraternal shackles,
Blood-reinforced,
Against the jackals
From western boards
Hail the Light
Of Motherland!
Ride the Might
And illustriously wend
Towards the Dawn
That's higher mountains!
And like the Swan
In heaven fountains...
(You)
Ope the sight
And view wonderland,
Scale new heights
Imperious, grand!
Towards the Dawn
That's shines the grounds!
And by the Wand
To rase the bounds!
Sublime the hearts,
Souls!
And Renewal will lighten our cataract eyes
Rediscovered wheels of our psyches
And made havoc to ties -
You must arise!
HIGH!
Your duty is done
You defeated all foes
The main victory's won
There's no place now for woes!
Ancestors are proud...
All the lands are now bowed!
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The heavy waves beat on the bridge
And scribble stone so vintage,
The drizzle's gathered boulevards,
An acrid mist eats eyes
There are groans of souls
Under shape of water,
Shackled by rusty bonds,
Chained to the river's bottom
For ever
And ever
Damnation and a day
They cannot breathe and say
Under water!
An eerie hum is heard above
The dreams at night disturb the dormant,
Plague upon 'em paroniriae
But there are not the baneful mordants
Of former marshes...
The souls!
They built this burg,
Forever buried
Beneath the waves
Of silent pall,
Not sang at church -
They are not rested.
No one remembers
Them… them!
They scary groan
They rot forever
In glacial water
Unquiet...
Unquiet souls
Grim guardians of the city
The terrible eternal guards...
Their white hair spread out
Creating ripples
The tears are falling from the sky
Unto the water
Where they are, crippled,
Eke out their fatal life
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6. |
Shadows of the City
05:33
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Shadows are still
Oh, everywhere
I hear to their crooked whisper
And breathing of time
Is laying there
I see their humble awing twister
Their lighted shy touch in the falls
Of autumnal leaves I feel
In breeze-wind from sea, in cracks of walls
Tearing their wax red seal
I see the ball
With smile of ladies
And laughters so shady
The dances are rattling
On stone-bridges dead
And horses are mettled:
Dimensions are wed...
Shadows are flying o'er the great city
Times coexist and ready to greet it
Shadows are lying like haze in a pity
Murmuring, soughing they are so wilted
With bitter sighs they fill the thoughts
And moans of past years
In dead oblivion they rot
And mem'ry its own tears
New world is alien to them
They are from lighted wears
With noble eyes and full of gem
But death so cruelly rears
...rears
Shadows of past are frozen in columns
They look at us reproachfully
Remember the Glory of the Empire
They now see decay and stench!
Shadows of this city...
Shadows...
Shadows of this city...
And now they sight
From rusty roofs so bright
In drops from Neva bay
In Northern Sun's grey ray
They're everywhere, believe
The shadows of the lived
The shadows of the walls
The shadows of the stones...
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7. |
New World of Light
06:09
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Our sorrow has come through the passion -
We try to get free with
Transforming to one global nation with new belief -
We are so near...
Close to the end!
How will we pay and pay for this freedom?
We will erase all the essence of life
To bare our demons, to name them...
(To name them!)
To bury our souls under gravestones of pride -
We shall die!
"Past to hide
To feel and cry
To hold on and fly
Over hills of time
To get free..."
What can be taken?
What we must save to stay?
We'll draw the moral from the years of apostate...
Or pass away!!!
Oh, hear the voice in your searing soul?
The enemy came to watch - to watch you re-choose
You know his tricks and advents to make you believe
That you choose on your own overman way
"Past to hide
Release and try
To grow wings and fly
Over hills of time
To get free
From night
To stay and fight
For light!"
The Fight has begun...
Begun in our souls!
Will you choose to live, or you'd better die?
Your life has become just a resource
And human rights will go down - down with human lives!
Now you feel -
This spirit of freedom converts us to dung
For parasites growing
A billion of slaves for one powerful khan
They'll come to serve him and crawl
(At his throne...)
But soon his power will fall!
His power will fall!!!
And on the ruins, covered with blood
We'll build a world of truth and light
New world of truth and light
New world of light!
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8. |
Charlatan's Dance
04:35
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The story of beautiful liar
That captured our hearts
His life was a lesson
For dreamers and fools
Who're proud to be free
Whose god is belief
In thousands of talking heads
All the nonsense they say
To conquer new slaves...
To conquer new slaves!
His power was growing
When we fought with our neighbours
His shadow was falling
On our friends to pay for betrayal
Hundred tricks in one manner
Sacrificial lambs blat loud
They are marching together
To dethrone their kings with blood!
Feast is paid by green paper
Dirty idol for fallen and damned
They will sell their souls to traitor
And he'll show he's unveiled face in dance...
Charlatan's dance!
"Fakirs' dance falls to a trance
Regenerating the sensitive world
Datura leaves inner glance
Sense is cleared, bare and unfurled"
The demon's smile and crying fools,
Pain, death and fire:
Their freedom ended soon!
Repeating story - the demon's growing high
More power holding,
But now he cannot hide!
With wings of fallen...
Oh, fallen angel - thou can't hide!
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9. |
Forests of Rebirth
04:55
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I see the ashes of past we've got
I feel the taste of blood and pain under my heart
The place we live - the profane world
To fall on knees - to fall in supplication
For souls, who lost their sensation,
Who lost their ancient belief,
The slaves of serpent of filth:
Betrayers!
We blow our children and burn our land,
Revealing the truth about our nation and our own way
As centuries ago our fathers from steppe
Had one aim to fight for and kill for -
For wealth and fame!
Wealth, power and glory!
Money and fame!
Fight and kill for freedom!
For freedom to fight and slay!
Slay!!!
But here come the brothers who built all we burned
They come from the North - from forests of rebirth
They feed our women and heal our children
And try to save us from ourselves...
Woods of rebirth were cradle of love
They suffered and wasted from enemy's fire,
But they survived!
Despite the lies of betrayers
They stand to guard our lives.
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