Learn by heart this song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wDgVPzNpxb4The silence at the battle field.
The fires among the tents.
My friends, the moon shines for us over here.
The cover of heaven is above us.
Let's fill mutual goblet, take friendly hand in hand.
Let's drink by wine the bloody fight and farewell with the fallen.
Let's dedicate this goblet for the children of the ancient years.
Glory for you our grandfathers.
Comrades, there are no mighty among us anymore - there are no the Chiefs of the Victory.
Comrades, there are no mighty among us anymore - there are no the Chiefs of the Victory.
But father's spirit had rised from the dead in the sons.
Their millitary profession is before us.
We shall find there their glorious ashes together with their glorious deals.
We shall find there their glorious ashes together with their glorious deals.
Oh, Svyatoslav the scourge of the ancient years.
We see your eagle flight.
"Let's die - there are no shame for the dead"
Thunders before the prince's army force.
And you the fear of the of infidels - Donskoy
Together with the couple of the double-names one.
Flies like the mortal thunder on the army of the foreign tribes.
And you, our Peter, in the croud of chiefs.
Listen his call "Poltava!"
The horde of invaders which came is - the work for the swords.
And all the world calls "Honour!"
The horde of invaders which came is - the work for the swords.
And all the world calls "Honour!"
Gaul grows pale, Sarmat trembles in the tents from the ferocious looks.
The grief, grief for you, the adversary.
That's our ferocious Suvorov.
The grief, grief for you, the adversary.
That's our ferocious Suvorov.
This mutual goblet is for the privates and for the chiefs.
In the tents on the field of the honour.
And life and death - is half-and-half.
Here is the friendship without flattery.
Resoluteness, truth, simplicity and no morals dissemling.
And the courage - the beauty of the warriors
And hardness and submissiveness
The friends we know no baseness relations
To the wreaths by the right road!
The danger - the our firm alliance.
We flame by the one glory.
The danger - the our firm alliance.
We flame by the one glory.
The friends we know no baseness relations
To the wreaths by the right road!
The danger - the our firm alliance.
We flame by the one glory.
The danger - the our firm alliance.
We flame by the one glory.
The danger - the our firm alliance.
We flame by the one glory.