Russian "Army Songs" with translation

[Polite Russian]

Hellow, guys.
A little history first, if you dont mind.

I registered here a long time ago, then I forgot about this forum. Now I just came home from Russian army (here in Russia every man must serve a year in army). And in the army I learned a lot of our Army songs. This is some sort of genre of music. They usually are not well played, not well sung. BUT. They was writed by a soldiers. As I know, army songs (as we know them) came from Afghanistan war. They show you what REALLY was in thoughts of russian soldiers. The difference between USA military and old Russian (Soviet) military is that in Russia you just Have to serve. And our politicians stopped selling convicts in conflicts not a long time ago. Now there are only contractors. But not a long time ago they ordered to go and, often, die a usual, 18 years old boys, who just yesterday have fun with their friends. And these boys, who often even didn't have any training, exept snow removal, cleaning etc, just came to battle.
Now there is no such a thing. But that songs left for us as a reminder of those guys, who died, about that wars (usually they sing about Afghanistan and Chechen wars).
My personal opinion is that army must consist of contractors.

Sorry, if my english is bad. Trying to do my best :)


Ok. To the songs. The first will be "I'll tie a kerchief"


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kAYq1b7xtzo
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j6t45x7Zcac

It is one of my favorite.
Translation:

I'll tie a kerchief, I'll tie it up in a knot
And I will go frantically, through the plumbum cold
I will walk on the North Caucasian land
With a rifle on a sholder, right by brother Sashka (name Sasha, Alexander)

There is Chaban-Machi in the front, Hattab's fortress there.
There is a dollar reward for terrorists, for us (mean if they kill us, I don't lnow, if I translate it properly :( ).
Rocket flew above the mountain, early at the morning.
There was a fight from the night until dawn.

Assault groups was moving through the village
Spreading out terrorists bodies on the ground
But it is not true, that all bullets are "dumb" (old russian expression "bullet is dumb")
Guys walked to their immortality there.

There is a dirt blowed up under Igor
And Alena lost her father, when she was 5 years old.
I will never forget Sashka Soloviev
He made no step back, he kept the defence.

All the ammo he left as a desert for the enemy
Where he take position, there he stay to lie forever.
I will never forget Spicin Sergey
How he whispered his last word, turning pale.

No, I am not afraid of Death, let her being afraid
Guys, maybe we are sleeping and war is a dream?
But Black Tulips (cars with bodies, aka cago №200) going back to Motherland.
Third, silently, for the guys, fill the glasses.


I'll tie a kerchief, I'll tie it up in a knot
And I will go frantically, through the plumbum cold
I will walk on the North Caucasian land
With a rifle on a sholder, but without brother Sashka...



I think that there are a lot of dumb mistakes, and I'm sorry for that. I tried to translate for you to understand the main idea. :3

If you are interested, I will translate more for you.

And, of course, I'll be happy to answer your questions

[High_Plains_Drifter]

The only songs I remember from the American military we sang in basic training, and they, shall I say, were much, MUCH different... they were... COLORFUL.


WARNING: Crude content....

... while marching...

Yur laaaayft, laaaayft, left right left

Up jumped a monkey from the coconut grove
He's a cool mother fucker you can tell by his clothes

Line a hundred women up against the wall
Said look out girls gonna fuck you all

Fucked 98 'til his balls turned blue
Then he backed off, jacked off and fucked the other two

Yur laaaayft, laaayft, left right left...


@Gunny probably remembers a few since he was a D.I.

[Polite Russian]

The only songs I remember from the American military we sang in basic training, and they, shall I say, were much, MUCH different... they were... COLORFUL.

What do you mean by "Colorful"? :)


We have a lot of songs in military, that we sing while we go in the formation. This is different.

We sing this songs in evenings, when we got a little free time, when somebody find a guitar, and a person who know what to do with it :) Often it was a sergeant.

[High_Plains_Drifter]

What do you mean by "Colorful"? :)


We have a lot of songs in military, that we sing while we go in the formation. This is different.

We sing this songs in evenings, when we got a little free time, when somebody find a guitar, and a person who know what to do with it :) Often it was a sergeant.
You'll have to reread my post, PR, I added something after you posted.

Sorry about that.

Your English is fine.

[Polite Russian]

You'll have reread my post, PR, I added something after you posted.

Sorry about that.


Oh, my bad, sorry. :D
hahah, I like it.

I dont think, that I can type here song, that we used to have in our company :)
It is longer and need some translation. Maybe later. Thread is about different kind of songs.

[High_Plains_Drifter]

Oh, my bad, sorry. :D
hahah, I like it.

I dont think, that I can type here song, that we used to have in our company :)
It is longer and need some translation. Maybe later. Thread is about different kind of songs.
I wish I knew some, but we never sang any in the Air Force outside of Basic Training.

Maybe some of the other veterans here did. We have a few guys that were lifers in other branches.

[aboutime]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zsC2ETsZL0g

GO TO TIME.....1:56 and listen.

[LongTermGuy]

....Hello...Can Serb blood play? :)

"His Eyes search the Horizon, that`s the thousand yards stare."


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MUuMXB0qNYo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MUuMXB0qNYo

[Balu]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zSGuZo0TXKU

http://lyricstranslate.com/ru/%D1%8E%D0%BD%D0%BE%D1%81%D1%82%D1%8C-%D0%B2-%D1%81%D0%B0%D0%BF%D0%BE%D0%B3%D0%B0%D1%85-youth-boots.html#ixzz52LkU75da

Youth in the boots

Hello, clouded sky,
Hello youth in the boots,
Disappear, my yearning,
Here he is- me, hello, troops!
Hey, rails , trains everywhere,
How did I get here?
Here is not, like in civilian life,
On any civilian life,
Life on outside and from the other side
Try to learn on your own.
For the press there is no reason.
Its not easy to be yourself,
When the formation is marching,
Only like falcon beats the heart
And rejoicing and does lough,
And it can't under the guard to sing in the chest.
If only to know, what is there ahead...


Somewhere the river is flowing,
Somewhere home, where everyone waiting for us to return,
Its not the sorrow slightly, our eyes is simply tickle by wind.


Somewhere the river is flowing,
Somewhere home, where everyone waiting for us to return,
Its not the sorrow slightly, our eyes is simply tickle by wind.


Step forward and two backward step,
Who would know why I'm glad,
Simply I've thrown down sadness,
As if from the shoulder head.
The way is on joints of rails,
The temples hammering pulse.


You'll understand, as will be needed,
Where is friendship, where is treason,
Where is career, and where is service,
And how the heart is unarmed,


How deceptive is the appearance,
How many stars and how many stripes,
How many faces, disguises and guises,
And how little differences between us .

[Balu]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VbYiOiqU8IU

http://lyricstranslate.com/en/my-russkie-my-russkie-we-are-russians.html#ixzz52Msav78N

We Are Russians

We were creator to be glorified with Jesus
Monstrous enemy hasn't eaten us yet
They stabbed us with sickle, lied us with stars
But Cross was, is and will be our banner


Narrows roads lead us to Christ
We have known death, persecution and captivity
We are Russian, we are Russian, we are Russian
We will stand on our own feet from knees!
We are Russian, we are Russian, we are Russian
We will stand on our own feet from knees!


We swore to tzar by kissing the cross
Betrayal has lied on the Russian folk
We are scattered all around the world because of expatriation
Like former God chosen folk was


Narrows roads lead us to Christ
We have known death, persecution and captivity
We are Russian, we are Russian, we are Russian
We will stand on our own feet from knees!
We are Russian, we are Russian, we are Russian
We will stand on our own feet from knees!


On the body Of Russia are deep wounds
But there is bright Jesus light forwards
And if foul enemies attack us
We will fight with crosses on the chest


Narrows roads lead us to Christ
We have known death, persecution and captivity
We are Russian, we are Russian, we are Russian
We will stand on our own feet from knees!
We are Russian, we are Russian, we are Russian
We will stand on our own feet from knees!


We ended talks with enemy
We will be hearten up again, burning with feat
Russia, Ukraine, Belarus
Are three riders of Slavic tribes


Narrows roads lead us to Christ
We have known death, persecution and captivity
We are Russian, we are Russian, we are Russian
We will stand on our own feet from knees!
We are Russian, we are Russian, we are Russian
We will stand on our own feet from knees!


Russian Dawn of won will come,
Fulling the world with robins singing
And we with crosses and icons
Will go to crown Russian Tzar


Narrows roads lead us to Christ
We have known death, persecution and captivity
We are Russian, we are Russian, we are Russian
We will stand on our own feet from knees!
We are Russian, we are Russian, we are Russian
We will stand on our own feet from knees!


Now angels blow for Last Fight
For Belief, for Tzar, go not be cowards
With group confession and with prayer
I wish God revive Saint Rus'!

[LongTermGuy]

........"Polite Russian" ...you No like my Serb Army song? :(

[Polite Russian]

........"Polite Russian" ...you No like my Serb Army song? :(


Sorry, didn't saw it :3
I have seen that video. Good old meme :)

[Balu]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ibGOMkDaM2Y

The soldier output buttons in the number of
Brighter Sunny day gold burn
Sentries on guard in the city of spring
Take us to the gate
Comrade Sergeant comrade master Sergeant

Is a soldier in the city on an unknown street
And the smiles of girlish the whole street light
No offense girls but the main thing for a soldier
To his distant favorite waiting for

But the soldier drinks кваску buy eskimo
Nowhere to hurry out of the cinema
Merry-go-round his помчит music jingle
And in store for him
Left half a day left half a day

Is a soldier in the city on an unknown street
And the smiles of girlish the whole street light
No offense girls but the main thing for a soldier
To his distant favorite waiting for

Where love lives lime-trees sway
And sits in the merry-go-round is not its soldiers
But the other to no one and all
If only waiting for the right
Soldier of his soldier of his

Is a soldier in the city on an unknown street
And the smiles of girlish the whole street light
No offense girls but the main thing for a soldier
To his distant favorite waiting for

Is a soldier in the city on an unknown street
And the smiles of girlish the whole street light
No offense girls but the main thing for a soldier
To his far favorite waiting for

[Polite Russian]

Here comes another song


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pa15LkD35mc

Have you seen, my friend?

Let the politicians talk
About Chechen status
We will never understand them... that's sad

Have you seen the eyes of the officer's
ripped off head?

Let those, who didn't was here love Chechens
And let them drown in this mess

But have you seen, my friend
this naked girl in the basement.
Pregnant, with a stake in her stomach

People are different.
And they will write in books,
That we are animals, or something..

But have you seen, my friend
The crucified boy
Nailed to the cross?

Let them tell us
That we left our souls in Chechnya
And Bible tell us "Do no kill"

But have you seen, my friend
This cutted off ears
hanging on a threads, like a trophy

Let them show us a photo
of a killed child
And tell us the we both
bombed Chechnya

But have you seen, my friend
This burned alive girl
who was a Russian nurse?

How to forget this all?
How to measure our pain?
I know, that politicians
will condemn us

But understand, my friend
And you can belive me
We just honestly fulfilled our duty

[Balu]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1vRYwaJC5FY

http://lyricstranslate.com/ru/dark-night-dark-night.html-0#ixzz52OJILD5y

Dark in the night.
Bullet’s whistling all over the steppe,
Only wind’s humming up in the wires,
Only stars dimly twinkle.


Dark in the night,
You, my darling, not sleep in your bed,
And, when quietly cradling the crib,
Wipe away secret tears.


Love for your eyes!
Their depth gently touches my heart.
What I desire,
Just to kiss them again so lightly.
This very night,
Separated us greatly, my Love!
And this frightening black winter steppe has lain down between us.


Still I believe,
Trusting you, dear spouse of mine.
In these dark nights, only this faith,
Kept me safe from a bullet.


Feeling of joy,
Makes me calm in the deadliest battle,
Knowing, you always meet me with love,
No matter what happened.
No fear of death,
I have met it, not once in the steppe,
It is spinning above me in air,
Now and then, or elsewhere.


Waiting for me,
You are awake, staying by baby’s bed,
And I know, forever and now,
No wrong to me will happen.

[Balu]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F8nKz5iVImI


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fvzMYmmNX3A

[Balu]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9UqgNmo1Yig

In Afghanistan, the black tulip ,
C in a glass of vodka we silently sail above ground
Mournful bird across the border
To Russian ZARNITSA carries kids home.
In the black tulip those with jobs
They're coming home to the land of sweet lie .
In a perpetual vacation , torn to shreds ,
They never, never warm hug the shoulders.
When oases Dzhellalabada fallen down on the wing, our tulip fell.
We cursed all his work.
Again, the loss of a company led bacha
In Shindand , Kandahar and Bagram
Again, per capita put a heavy stone
Again carry home heroes
That in 20 years the grave digging
That in 20 years the grave digging
But it is necessary to climb , it is necessary to gather
If you break down , then you can run and then
Mountains shoot Stinger soars
If you break that boys die a second time
And we did not go the way home
Where there is no war , and all have been familiar
Where the corpses see once a year pilots
Where the clouds not to bring down helicopters
And we go , from the wrath of his teeth
Dry vodka dampening lips
They come from Pakistan caravans
And, then, there is work for " Tulips"
And , then , there is a job for " Tulips"

In Afghanistan, the black tulip ,
C in a glass of vodka we silently sail above ground
Mournful bird across the border
To Russian ZARNITSA carries our brothers home.

When oases Dzhellalabada fallen down on the wing, our tulip fell.
We cursed all his work.
Again kid summed loss of a company
In Shindand , Kandahar and Bagram
Again, per capita put a heavy stone
Again carry home heroes
That in 20 years the grave digging
That in 20 years the grave digging

[Balu]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3RDO-pXurEc

http://lyricstranslate.com/ru/tam-za-tumanami-tam-za-tumanami-there-beyond-mists.html-0#ixzz52WvVQdaL

Blue sea, there is only blue sea astern
Blue sea and the road to home is very long
There, beyond mists always drunk
There, beyond mists our native land


Waves whisper, inhale and cry
But they, strange things, they can't understand that
There, beyond mists always drunk
There, beyond mists people love and wait for us


Sevastopol' waits*, Kamchatka* waits, Kronstadt* waits
The land believe to and waits for its native guys
There, beyond mists always drunk
There, beyond mists their wives do not sleep


We will come back, of course, we will reach the shore
And then we'll smile and press our children to our breast
There, beyond mists always drunk
There, beyond mists we will over the song

[Balu]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UkJj0FvLaBY

Paratroopers - Dandelions

In childhood we were all different,
The questions were strange.
"Mama, what is the name of
that flies in the clouds?"
"Oh, Mom, look, something falls,
like dandelions?"
The woman smiles:
"These, my son, are the paratroopers."

Time has passed, old boy,
Mother was all in tears, silent platform.
The girl pressed her lips to his lips -
The army is leaving it.
"don't worry, dear,
Time will pass and I'll go back home
I only want to try,
As dandelions are flying over the earth."

A man was he in the army:
Look brave and strong hands.
With fearless eyes he jumped
Strongly into the abyss of the blue.
But the one led him,
And, вылетя, slings tangled
And spare not open his able to -
Fell in the parachute pulled.

Time passed, and the girl that
Is leading a kid on the street.
The boy lifted up his eyes
Seeing as the clouds scowl.
"Oh, Mom, look, something falls,
Like dandelions?"
She suddenly began to cry:
"This, my son, are the paratroopers."

[Polite Russian]

Oh, I was going to translate that last one :D
Btw I learned how to play it yesterday :3
Balu, thank you for keeping thread alive, I don't have a lot of time now :(

[Balu]

Thank you, Polite Russian!
I really like your English in a couple with your uniform. It seems you had experienced profs. Hope you continue your service in the Army, not in Police. No doubt it may be much more useful for Russia as there your rate of efficiency surely will be much higher
Regards.

[Gunny]

Here comes another song


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pa15LkD35mc

Have you seen, my friend?

Let the politicians talk
About Chechen status
We will never understand them... that's sad

Have you seen the eyes of the officer's
ripped off head?

Let those, who didn't was here love Chechens
And let them drown in this mess

But have you seen, my friend
this naked girl in the basement.
Pregnant, with a stake in her stomach

People are different.
And they will write in books,
That we are animals, or something..

But have you seen, my friend
The crucified boy
Nailed to the cross?

Let them tell us
That we left our souls in Chechnya
And Bible tell us "Do no kill"

But have you seen, my friend
This cutted off ears
hanging on a threads, like a trophy

Let them show us a photo
of a killed child
And tell us the we both
bombed Chechnya

But have you seen, my friend
This burned alive girl
who was a Russian nurse?

How to forget this all?
How to measure our pain?
I know, that politicians
will condemn us

But understand, my friend
And you can belive me
We just honestly fulfilled our dutyVery interesting way of expressing one's self.

You NEVER forget it all.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

These songs have very interesting lyrics in them. I can not help but wonder how much do they suffer when translated into the English language?
I suspect quite a bit, as would my poetry, IF IT WERE READ ALOUD, TRANSLATED INTO THE RUSSIAN LANGUAGE.
SOLDIERS ARE THE SAME THROUGHOUT THE WORLD, THEY SERVE, THEY FIGHT, THEY GET WOUNDED, OR DIE OR SURVIVE PHYSICALLY UNHARMED.
Honorably serving ones nation is the same no matter which nation it is, IMHO.
IN USA, WE OFTEN HAVE A MAJOR PROBLEM IDENTIFYING OUR REAL ENEMIES, DUE TO POLITICAL PROPAGANDA AND A VERY BIASED MEDIA....
KEEP POSTING AND DISCUSSING YOUR SONGS AS THAT IN ITSELF IS VERY REVEALING. --Tyr

[Balu]

These songs have very interesting lyrics in them. I can not help but wonder how much do they suffer when translated into the English language?
I suspect quite a bit, as would my poetry, IF IT WERE READ ALOUD, TRANSLATED INTO THE RUSSIAN LANGUAGE.
--Tyr
Dear Robert,
You've raised very important and complicated question. The point is that when translating you don't translate the words, but are handing over the thoughts and feelings in a language strange for you. The exclusion is when you are bi lingual and spent your childhood and the youth in a foreign country and both the languages are common in your family. Feelings are the emotional component of your thoughts which is damned difficult thing to be delivered basing on all the peculiarities of a foreign language. And to express it properly in poetic form, in full scale, the translator must be talented at least as the author - practically unsolvable task.
I am a lucky person. When I studied at the secondary school in early 60-s (USSR, Moscow) my teacher in literature said: "The only way to understand a novel or a poem so, as the author wrote it, you must be able and should read it in the language of original." I remembered it for the rest of my life.
You must have known that War and Peace has a lot of fragments written in French. So to understand and feel all the shades you must read it in French. (To understand "why in French" it is necessary to know the History of Russia.)
So, practically there is no chance to read your poems in Russian without loss of their quality. That's why my grand children are enjoying and keep on admiring your poems and sonnets in English only.

[Gunny]

These songs have very interesting lyrics in them. I can not help but wonder how much do they suffer when translated into the English language?
I suspect quite a bit, as would my poetry, IF IT WERE READ ALOUD, TRANSLATED INTO THE RUSSIAN LANGUAGE.
SOLDIERS ARE THE SAME THROUGHOUT THE WORLD, THEY SERVE, THEY FIGHT, THEY GET WOUNDED, OR DIE OR SURVIVE PHYSICALLY UNHARMED.
Honorably serving ones nation is the same no matter which nation it is, IMHO.
IN USA, WE OFTEN HAVE A MAJOR PROBLEM IDENTIFYING OUR REAL ENEMIES, DUE TO POLITICAL PROPAGANDA AND A VERY BIASED MEDIA....
KEEP POSTING AND DISCUSSING YOUR SONGS AS THAT IN ITSELF IS VERY REVEALING. --TyrI am looking at it more from the perspective a Marine, not a politician. Of course the propaganda is there. It's in ours. As far as their patriotism goes, I EXPECT nothing less than for them to be as patriotic as we are.

The songs, chants or whatever you call them speak of the horror of what you go through and see. Ours don't. We're taught to suck it up and not talk about it. Well, except for the Starbucks employees that want to ask if you ever killed anyone. THAT commercial vanished QUICK.

My takeaway is that on the ground where the rubber meets the road, soldiers aren't so different in professional armies as old as ours. Accomplish the mission for God, Country and Corps.

[Balu]

KEEP POSTING AND DISCUSSING YOUR SONGS AS THAT IN ITSELF IS VERY REVEALING. --Tyr
Ok, Robert. I'll try to find some. Unfortunately there are not many with the translation I like.
Some of them will be more or less modern, the other older. But all they are dedicated to the subject of this thread.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WNIlyUmSlDs


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rAmIws4-id8


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZIzwem1SOC0


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OSuA-EggLmo

http://lyricstranslate.com/ru/nam-nuzhna-odna-pobeda-%D0%BD%D0%B0%D0%BC-%D0%BD%D1%83%D0%B6%D0%BD%D0%B0-%D0%BE%D0%B4%D0%BD%D0%B0-%D0%BF%D0%BE%D0%B1%D0%B5%D0%B4%D0%B0-we-need-one-victory.html#ixzz52bpqMGZ0

Birds not singing here,
Trees do not grow,
And only we, shoulder-to-shoulder
We grow into the ground here.


The planet burns and is turned,
Smoke over our Motherland,
And this means, now we need victory only,
One for all of us - for any price.




https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FKxxD1od-RQ

http://lyricstranslate.com/ru/my-vrashchaem-zemlyu-%D0%BC%D1%8B-%D0%B2%D1%80%D0%B0%D1%89%D0%B0%D0%B5%D0%BC-%D0%B7%D0%B5%D0%BC%D0%BB%D1%8E-we-rotate-world.html#ixzz52bqlO3tz

We rotate the worldWe've been rotating the world back from the border,
It was true at the beginning,
But our battallion commander has turned it around,
Pushing his foot against the Ural.


Finally, we've got the order to attack,
To take back the bits and pieces of our land,
But we do remember the sun going backwards
And almost setting at the east.


We don't pace along the world,
Disturbing the flowers for no reason, —
We push it with our boots
Away! Away!


And the haystacks have bended under the eastern wind,
And the flocks of sheep are clinging to the rocks.
We have moved the Earth's axis without a lever,
Just by changing the direction of attack.


Don't be afraid if the sunset is misplaced,
The Day of Judgement is just a fairy tale for adults.
It's just that our marching troops
Rotate the world wherever they want.


We are crawling, embracing the hillocks,
Hugging the tussocks angrily, with no love,
And we push the world with our knees
Away! Away!


Even if someone wanted, they wouldn't have found
Anyone with their hands up.
The bodies are very useful to everyone alive:
We hide ourselves behind the fallen.


Will the stupid cold lead find everyone at once,
Will it strike point-blank or from the rear?
…Someone out there in front thrust himself on a gun slit,
And the world momentarily stopped.


I have left my feet behind,
And, casually mourning the fallen,
I'm rotating the world with my elbows —
Away! Away!


Someone stood up and, making a bow,
Accepted his inspiratory bullet.
But the batallion is crawling west, west,
So that the sun would rise at the east!


Our bellies in mud, we inhale the stench of bogs,
But we turn a blind eye to the smell.
The sun is moving normally across the sky now,
Because we are pushing for the west.


Whether our arms and legs are in thei place or not, —
Tasting the dew, as if in a wedding,
We are pulling the world with our teeth, by the grass, —
To us and away!

[Balu]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_qmvVVoKbDc

http://lyricstranslate.com/ru/vechnyi-ogonot-geroev-bylykh-vremen-ot-geroev-bylykh-vremen-eternal-flamefrom-heroes-past.html#ixzz52bxi5N2l

The eternal flame(From heroes of the Past)

Versions: #1#2 (http://lyricstranslate.com/ru/heroes-bygone-days-lyrics.html#songtranslation)
Nothing is left of the heroes of bygone days.
Or names sometimes.
Those who sacrificed their lives,
Became just ashes and dust,
Only their formidable courage
Settled in the hearts of the living
This eternal flame was bequeathed
For only us
And we will keep it in our hearts.


Look at my soldiers,
The whole world remembers their faces.
Here stood a battalion in line-up.
I can recognize my old friends again.
The hard times they had to go through.
Though they were only twenty-five years old (or less then)
They were those, who with bayonets in their hands,
Stood as a single entity.
Those who took Berlin.

There is not some family in Russia,
who has not remembered their heroes.
And the eyes of young soldiers
Are looking at us from faded pictures
They look at us, and it is like the High Court
For the guys that are growing now.
And the boys cannot lie. They cannot deceive
And they have no way to turn away.

[Polite Russian]

I am looking at it more from the perspective a Marine, not a politician. Of course the propaganda is there. It's in ours. As far as their patriotism goes, I EXPECT nothing less than for them to be as patriotic as we are.

The songs, chants or whatever you call them speak of the horror of what you go through and see. Ours don't. We're taught to suck it up and not talk about it. Well, except for the Starbucks employees that want to ask if you ever killed anyone. THAT commercial vanished QUICK.

My takeaway is that on the ground where the rubber meets the road, soldiers aren't so different in professional armies as old as ours. Accomplish the mission for God, Country and Corps.



You noticed an important issue here. Professional army. We didn't have it, when boys have to die in Afghanistan and Chechnya. 90% of our soldiers was convicts. They did not want to be soldiers. But they have to. And thats the tragedy. I agree, that it woud be weird, if a professional soldier write songs like these ones. I just think, that you can't understand. I was a convict less than a month ago and I clearly remember how it was. I like military service (but I have my reasons not to serve as a contractor in our armed forces), but there was a lot, and I mean A LOT of people who just dont give a F about being in a military. They just came to get the documents they give us, when we demobilised. And they don't want to serve. I was lucky to have really good officers in my batallion. But even they can't do anything with people who wore uniform against their own will.

And this is a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig problem we got here.

[Gunny]

You noticed an important issue here. Professional army. We didn't have it, when boys have to die in Afghanistan and Chechnya. 90% of our soldiers was convicts. They did not want to be soldiers. But they have to. And thats the tragedy. I agree, that it woud be weird, if a professional soldier write songs like these ones. I just think, that you can't understand. I was a convict less than a month ago and I clearly remember how it was. I like military service (but I have my reasons not to serve as a contractor in our armed forces), but there was a lot, and I mean A LOT of people who just dont give a F about being in a military. They just came to get the documents they give us, when we demobilised. And they don't want to serve. I was lucky to have really good officers in my batallion. But even they can't do anything with people who wore uniform against their own will.

And this is a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig problem we got here.
I understand to the extent that I would not want Marines in my unit who were forced against their will (we call it drafted). They are unreliable. We still have our problem with those that do not want to be there. A lot are there because of circumstance as much as anything else. In the beginning, I was. It was an escape from where I was.

I was not in the places you were or are. I was in the Middle East and Africa. What I mean by "I understand" is the things you see, hear and experience while you are there. In that, I do not believe being shot at or shooting is much different. Nor is seeing what horrible things other men can do to one another. No one wants to be "there" that isn't crazy.

And the food sucks :)

[Polite Russian]

I understand to the extent that I would not want Marines in my unit who were forced against their will (we call it drafted). They are unreliable. We still have our problem with those that do not want to be there. A lot are there because of circumstance as much as anything else. In the beginning, I was. It was an escape from where I was.

I was not in the places you were or are. I was in the Middle East and Africa. What I mean by "I understand" is the things you see, hear and experience while you are there. In that, I do not believe being shot at or shooting is much different. Nor is seeing what horrible things other men can do to one another. No one wants to be "there" that isn't crazy.

And the food sucks :)



Oh... army food...
But russian MRE's are awesome, tho :)
But we call it IFR (IRP, in russian pronouncement) - individual food ration

[Gunny]

Oh... army food...
But russian MRE's are awesome, tho :)
But we call it IFR (IRP, in russian pronouncement) - individual food rationOur MRE's are supposed to give you all the calories you need to keep you alive. I never believed it:laugh:

[Polite Russian]

Btw, if somebody interested in something about living in russia, or being a convict in russian army, we can talk in skype, for example :D
I can give you some non secret stories

[High_Plains_Drifter]

Btw, if somebody interested in something about living in russia, or being a convict in russian army, we can talk in skype, for example :D
I can give you some non secret stories
Do you live in a barracks or off base?

[Gunny]

Do you live in a barracks or off base?Hey, I like watching some of the Russian "The Voice" videos but I can't read the damned subtitles. Someone wrote them in Russian :laugh:

[Polite Russian]

Do you live in a barracks or off base?


I'm not in a military now. Just demobilised. So I live at home :D

[Polite Russian]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DP7bpItW2NU
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HL7ay93oJ6A


There was a happening in military enlistment office (milkomat, military commissariat, in Russia)

There was a happening in milcomat
gray-haired guy came
Asked to get him back in line
Everybody was confused
Nobody coud understand, why
And only old colonel asked him:

Chechnya is on fire, the second Afghanistan
Where are you going to, buy?
And why are you want to battle so hard?
You already was there, returned at home
Injured, but alive
And what is not letting you to rest?

Grey-haired guy stayed a bit
And watched to the other side
To cover his tears away
To cover his tears away
It was a quiet in milcomat
And words sounds like a judgment
The words you can't repeat

I saw a death, I saw a fight
And returned home alive
But there is nobody waiting for me
My beloved is with another
And I'm alone in the whole world
But my friends are assaulting the bunker

I see fear and hell in my dreams,
And hear the sounds of cannonade
But my friends are always with me there.
They will help and resque, and always give a friendly hand
And if I'l be killed, they will get back the body


Chechnya is on fire, the second Afghanistan
Where are you going to, buy?
And why are you want to battle so hard?
You already was there, returned at home
Injured, but alive
And what is not letting you to rest?


I saw a death, I saw a fight
And returned home alive
But there is nobody waiting for me
My beloved is with another
And I'm alone in the whole world
But my friends are assaulting the bunker

[Balu]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hy0YJboCIgE

Drop, drop, drop
(a song from a comedy movie sometimes used as a drill march)

Early in the spring
By a fir-tree all green,
Vanyusha’s bidding farewell to his love.
Clad in a shirt of mail,
He’s saying to his gal:
“Don’t cry, Marusya, don’t cry, my dove (голубка)”.

Refrain:
Marusya says nothing, only weeps.
Her sorrow
Holds her heart in grips.
Drop, drop, drop, Marusya’s eyes, so dear,
Drop the tears right onto his spear.
Drop, drop, drop, Marusya’s eyes, so dear,
Drop a sea of tears.
Drop, drop, drop
Right onto his spear.

In winter, cold ‘n’ severe,
Again under the fir-tree,
Vanyusha’s being greeted by his love.
Clad in a shirt of mail,
He’s saying to his gal:
“I’v come to you, I’m back, my dove (голубка)”.

Refrain:
Marusya is so happy, she weeps.
Like a psaltery
Her joyful heart just sweeps.
Drop, drop, drop, Marusya’s eyes, so dear,
Drop the tears right onto his spear.
Drop, drop, drop, Marusya’s eyes, so dear,
Drop so sweet a tear…
Drop, drop
Right onto his spear.
Marusya is so happy, she weeps.
Like a psaltery
Her joyful heart just sweeps.

[jimnyc]

Balu...

Everything aside....

Merry Christmas, and I wish you a wonderful New Year over there in Russia! https://i.imgur.com/shJKMIu.gif

[Balu]

Balu...

Everything aside....

Thanks,
Happy New Year to you, yours and everybody from this board.
Traditional Russian New Year song for you in English from the childhood of everyone in Russia. The translation is almost 100% perfect.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n1-b-JFwHII