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15
participants,
including music groups
€ 60 000
prize pool*
10
Russian
music stars

 

 

Songs – 2021

For that fellow

Music by M. Fradkin, lyrics by R. Rozhdestvensky
Performed by Lev Leshchenko

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Today I would wake up before dawn,
I would walk across the broad field.
Something happened to my memory —
I remember what happened to another man.
Raindrops are falling on my hollow cheeks,
For the universe twenty years is a little period.
I wasn’t even familiar with that guy
Who promised his mom that he would come back.

Refrain:
Steppe herbs have bitter aroma,
winds are so young.
If we wake up at midnight
Because of thunder
It seems an echo
Of the past war.

The spring promises to be long,
The field waits for high-grade seeds.
But I live on this kind land
Both my life and that guy’s life instead of him.
It is hard to bear this load
But I cannot live in other way because
His voice still calls for me,
His song still sounds in me.

Refrain.

A song of the frontline driver

Music by M. Blanter, lyrics by M. Isakovsky
Performed by Mark Bernes

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Through rivers, mountains and valleys
Through the blizzard, fire and black smoke
We were driving cars
Avoiding mines
On the front-line roads.

Chorus:
Eh, front-line path!
Any bombing is not terrible for us,
It’s too early for us to die —
We still have things to do at home.
It’s too early for us to die —
We still have things to do at home.

The way for us to Berlin, by the way,
I was, friends, not easy and not fast.
We walked days and nights
It was very difficult
But the driver did not abandon the wheel.

Chorus.

Maybe to individual civilians
This song is a little unacknowledged.
We won’t forget
Where we will not live
Front driven roads.

Chorus twice.

I’ve been drinking the sap

Music by E. Agranovich, lyrics by E. Agranovich
Performed by Mikhail Nozhkin

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I had been drinking birch sap in the forest in spring ,
I had been sleeping with my beloved songbird in hay…
I have lost what I loved, I have not saved what I had
I was brave and lucky but I didn’t know happines.

And I was like an autumn leave flying in the wind of life,
I was changing the cities, I was changing the names.
I have breathed enough dust of the overseas roads,
Where the flowers did not smell and the moon did not shine…

And I was throwing the butts overboard in the ocean,
I was cursing the beauty of islands and seas,
And the malarial fog of Brazilian marshes,
And the wine of pubs, and the anguish of camps.

If only I could cross my life and start again,
Fly to my beloved songbird…
But only will Motherland recognize
One of the gone sons of hers?

Good-bye, boys

Music by B. Okudzhava, lyrics by B. Okudzhava
Performed by author:

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Oh wretched war, what did you do?
Our courtyards became silent,
our kids raised their heads
and grew up far too fast.
They hardly showed at our doorsteps
and were gone, soldier after soldier…

Farewell, boys! And boys,
do what you can to come back.

Don’t hide away, be great,
spare neither bullets nor grenades,
don’t spare even yourselves, but still
do what you can to come back.

Oh what did you do, wretched war?
Disunion and smoke instead of weddings.
Our girls passed their white dresses
on to their younger sisters.
Sure, who doesn’t wear boots nowadays?
And thinner than their shoulder pads!

Don’t pay attention to gossips, girls,
we’ll settle these scores later.
Let them say you’ve got nothing to believe in,
claim you don’t know where you’re headed…

Farewell, girls. And girls,
do what you can to come back.

Song about Lyonka Korolyev

Music by B. Okudzhava, lyrics by B. Okudzhava
Performed by author:

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In the courtyard, where every evening is played radiogram,
Where couples danced, Pyle,
All the guys respected very Lyonka Korolyev,
And awarded him the title of King.

There was a King — as the king, the Almighty, and if other
Will be bad, or not at all lucky,
He extended his Royal hand,
Your loving hand will save.

But one day, when “Messershmitt”, like crows,
Broke the dawn silence,
Our King, like a king — and his cap as the crown —
On one side, and went to war.

Again plays radiogram, again the sun is in the Zenith,
But there is no one to mourn his life.
Because the king was one, sorry,
Queen never managed to acquire.

But wherever I went, and let what nor care,
Affairs, or so — walk,
All I imagine that’s just around the bend
The king will meet again.

Because, in the war though and really shoot
Not for Lyonka raw land,
Potota what is wrong, but I was not present,
Without such, as he of the King.

The three tankmen

Music by Pokrass brothers, lyrics by B. Laskin
Performed by Schiller Institute Choir, USA:

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Clouds pass gloomily on the border,
The austere land is gripped by silence.
By the high banks of the Amur
The motherland’s sentries stand.

There a substantial guard is positioned for the enemy.
There stands brave and strong
At the border of far eastern land
The armoured attack battalion

There they live — and this song stands as testimony —
Inviolable, like a well-knit family,
Three tank crewmen, three cheerful friends,
The crew of a war machine.

On the grass lay heavy dew,
Widespread fog descended.
On that night an enemy troop decided
To cross the border at the river.

But intelligence reported accurately:
And, the crew raised up,
Over far eastern homeland went
The armoured attack battalion

The tanks raced along, the wind getting up
Formidable armour was advancing
And the enemy troop flew to the ground
Under the pressure of steel and fire.

And they finished off — this song stands as testimony —
All the enemy in a fiery attack.
Three tank crewmen, three cheerful friends,
The crew of a war machine!

We are aviators

Music by V. Solovyov-Sedoy, lyrics by A. Fatyanov
Performed by Nikolay Kryuchkov, Vasily Merkuriev, Vasily Neshchiplenko:

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Friends, We Are Migratory Birds
Friends, we are migratory birds,
But the only thing is bad in our mode of life:
We hadn’t enough time to get married on the ground,
But in the sky you can never find a wife!

That’s because, that’s because we are pilots,
And the sky, and the sky is our sweet home.
Primarily, primarily are planes for us,
— Well, what about girls? — But girls are later.

You may caress in mind a gentle image,
You want to present your heart forever;
Today you meet, you look, you fall in love,
But tomorrow you’ll get order to fly away.

That’s because, that’s because we are pilots,
And the sky, and the sky is our sweet home.
Primarily, primarily are planes for us,
— Well, what about girls? — But girls are later

So to not meet with longing on the way,
Recalling the tender glance,
We’ve decided not to fall in love, my friends,
Even with the most beautiful girls.

That’s because, that’s because we are pilots,
And the sky, and the sky is our sweet home.
Primarily, primarily are planes for us,
— Well, what about girls? — But girls are later.

In the frontline wood

Music by M. Blanter, lyrics by M. Isakovsky
Performed by Josef Kobzon:

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From birches silent weightlessly
Falls down yellow leaf.
Old waltz “Autumn Dream”
Bellows an accordionist.
Sighing, basses do protest,
And though in a trance
Sitting and listening are warriors —
My friends.

Beneath this waltz on a spring day
We dancing used to go,
Beneath this waltz in homeland
We loved our girlfriends.
Beneath this waltz we used to catch
The light of beloved eyes,
Beneath this waltz we were sad
When girlfriend’s not with us.

And once again it was played
In the frontline woods,
And everyone in silence listened
About something dear;
And everyone thought of his [girl]
Recalling that far spring,
And everyone knew road to her
Will lead through the war.

Let light and joy of prior dates
Shine while these trying times,
And if it’s time to lay in earth,
Then, well, it is only once.
But even death — in fire, in smoke —
Shall not intimidate,
And what each one’s supposed to do
Let each one to achieve.

And so, friends, since it’s our turn,
Let steel remain hard!
May our heart neither still
Nor tremble our hand;
Our turn has come, our time is now —
Let’s go, friends, let’s go!
For everything we lived in past
For everything that is to come!

From birches silent weightlessly
Falls down yellow leaf.
Old waltz “Autumn Dream”
Bellows an accordionist.
Sighing, basses do protest,
And though in a trance
Sitting and listening are warriors —
My friends.

A song of the Faraway Homeland

Music by M. Tariverdiev, lyrics by R. Rozhdestvensky
Performed by Dmitry Hvorostovsky:

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Begging you, just for a little while,
Pain of mine please abandon me.
Like a cloud, like a cloud caesious,
Go and soar there where is my home,
Away from here to where my home is.

Natal shore, come in sight afar,
Even just an edge, just a faint thin line,
Natal shore, shore endearing,
Oh, if only I could reach you,
My dear, if only I somewhen could.

Somewhere far away, very far away
The sun-showers are coming down,
Right by the riverside in the little garth
Had ripened cherries, bowed to the ground,

Somewhere far away, in my memories
It’s warm like in my childhood times,
Though memories are covered
With decuman layers of snow.

Thunderstorm, please, make me imbued,
Till I’m drunk, not until I die,
Yet again, like for a final time,
I’m staring somewhere into heavens,
As if I would grope for an answer…

Begging you, just for a little while,
Pain of mine please abandon me.
Like a cloud, like a cloud caesious,
Go and soar there where is my home,
Away from here to where my home is.

No Headstones (Mass Graves)

Music by V. Vysotsky, words by V. Vysotsky
Performed by the author:

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Crosses were not erected on nameless mass graves,
And widows don’t cry here in pain,
Someone brings a bouquet of flowers each day,
And light up an Eternal flame.

Earth here before was heaving with pain and fear,
But now, granite covers someone’s son.
There is not one personal destiny here —
All destinies are merged into one.

In the Eternal flame one can see a burning tank,
And the old Russian huts, that smolder,
Burning Reichstag and burning Smolensk,
And the burning heart of a soldier.

On nameless mass graves there are no tearful widows —
Stronger kind of people come mainly here.
Crosses were not erected on nameless mass graves,
But does it makes it easier to bear?..

A song about a soldier

Music by V. Solovyov-Sedoy, lyrics by M. Matusovskiy
Performed by Edward Khil:

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A soldier was going
Across a field, along a steep riverside,
By peasant’s houses;
Dressed in a gray greatcoat of private,
The soldier went, surmounting all obstacles;
The soldier went, losing his friends.
And it was often
When he had gone without a halt;
But the soldier was moving forward.

He was going in stormy nights,
He was going in the rain and hail.
Together with his combat friends
He was singing a song

The soldier was singing, swallowing tears;
He was singing about Russian birches,
About his beloved girl’s hazel eyes,
About the paternal home.
The soldier singed on the way.

It looked like his sub-machine gun
Adhered to his shoulder.
The soldier fought and hit,
Damned enemies everywhere.
The soldier fought and hit them nearby Smolensk,
The soldier fought and hit them nearby the settlement N.
The soldier fought and hit enemies,
Without counting the amount of [his] bullets,
The soldier fought and hit enemies without rest.

A soldier was going
Across a field, along a steep riverside,
By peasant’s houses;
Dressed in a gray greatcoat of private,
The soldier was going because he was a servant of Motherland.
The soldier was going for the sake of life.
He went, saving the World,
Protecting the peace.
The soldier was going forward!

He was going, saving the World,
Protecting the peace.
The soldier was going forward!

Katyusha

Music by M. Blanter, lyrics by M. Isakovsky
Performed by Dmitry Hvorostovsky:

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Apple-trees and pear-trees blossomed,
Mists floated over the river.
Katyusha went ashore,
On a high and steep bank.

She went out, started the song
About the steppe, blue eagle,
About the one she loved
About the one whose letters she kept.

Oh you song, a girl’s song,
Fly after the bright sun,
Say hello from Katyusha
To the fighter on the far border.

Let him remember a simple girl
Let him hear her sing.
May he protect the native land,
And Katyusha will save love.

Someone strolling down the hillside

Lyrics by V. Levashov
Performed by Valentina Tolkunova:

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Someone came down from the hill.
Perhaps my dear is coming.
He wears a protective tunic,
It will drive me mad.

He wears the gold epaulettes,
And a bright medal on his chest,
Why, why I met,
Him on my life path!

Why, when he is passing by,
With a smile, waving his hand to me,
Why has he come to our farm,
What alarmed me peace!

When I see him – my heart right away
Worried in my chest,
Why, why I met,
Him on my life path!

Accidental Waltz

Music by M. Fradkin, lyrics by E. Dolmatovsky
Performed by Dmitry Hvorostovsky:

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The night is short
The clouds are sleeping
And lies in my palm
Your unfamiliar hand.

After worries
The town is sleeping.
I heard a waltz tune
And looked here for an hour.

Chorus:
Though I don’t know you at all
And far from here is my house
I’m like again
Near my home…
In this empty room
We are dancing together
So say a word
I don’t know what.

We will circle
Let’s be friends.
I completely forgot how to dance
And I beg you to excuse me.

Morning is calling
Back on the hike…
Leaving your little town
I will pass by your gate.

Chorus.

A Moldavian girl

Music by A. Novikov, lyrics by Y. Shvedov
Performed by Academic Song and Dance Ensemble of the Russian Army named after A.V. Alexandrov, solo: Dmiry Bykov, Viktor Sanin:

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One summer morning at dawn
I look into the neighboring garden,
There is a dark-skinned Moldavian girl
Picking grapes.
I’m blushing, I’m turning pale
I suddenly want to say:
“Let’s meet the dawns of summer
by the river!”

Green curly maple, carved leaf,
I am in love and confused before you.
Green maple, curly maple
Yes, curly and carved.

A dark-skinned Moldavian
Answered the guy in the mood:
“We are putting together a Partisan Moldavian squad.
Partisans are leaving their home early today.
The road to the partisans in the dense forest is awaiting you”

Green curly maple, carved leaf,
Here, at the maple, we will part with you.
Green maple, curly maple
Yes, curly and carved.

And the dark-skinned Moldavian
Went on the path to the forest.
I saw as insult that she did not invite me to go with her.
I often thought at night
About the Moldavian dark-skinned girl.
I met my dark-skinned girl
in the squad again!

Green curly maple, carved leaf,
Hello, my good boy, my dear!
Green maple, curly maple
Yes, curly and carved.