Songs of the Festival 2020

In the Dugout (У земуници — S. Karanac)

Music by K. Listov, lyrics by A. Surkov
Performed by Steven Karanac:

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Ватра пуцкета у пећи тој,
на трупцима смола као суза,
у земуници пева хармоника
о твом осмеху и очима.

Жбуње о теби шаптало је
на снежним пољима крај Москве.
Желим сада да ослушнеш ти
с’ каквом чежњом мој глас пева ти.

А ти си сад далеко,
међу нама снега и снега,
до тебе доћи није лако,
а до смрта је пар корака.

Пој хармонико кроз мећаву,
зови драгу ми несуђену.
Није хладно у земуници,
све због те горуће љубави.
Није хладно ни у земуници,
све због те горуће љубави.

Жбуње о теби шаптало је
на снежним пољима крај Москве.
Кад би могла да ослушнеш ти
с’ каквом чежњом мој глас пева ти.

Пој хармонико кроз мећаву,
зови драгу ми несуђену.
Није хладно у земуници,
све због те горуће љубави.

Moonlight Night (Que noche tan estrellada — E. Breff Fuente, Y. Romero and G. Linares)

Ukrainian traditional song
Performed by Eduardo Breff Fuente, Yoel Romero and Gabriel Linares:

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Que noche tan bella y tan estrellada
Se ven agujas en pajar
Salga mi linda mujer fatigada-a
Solo te quiero mirar
Salga mi linda mujer fatigada-a
Solo te quiero mirar.

Nos sentaremos debajo de arboles
¡Soy de los reyes el rey!
Mira, mi corazón, estos resoles,
Hermoso se ven en el jagüey
Mira, mi corazón, estos resoles,
Hermoso se ven en el jagüey

La arboleda está hechizaada-a
Parece que duerme la luna
Y brisa dice a mis oídos
Que eres un sueño real
Y brisa dice a mis oídos
Que eres un sueño real

No tengas miedo mujer preciosa
De pies bonitos mojar
Por este prado lleno de roció
Te voy a casa llevar
Por este prado lleno de roció
Te voy a casa llevar

No te asustes, si tú tengas frio,
Yo te podre abrazar
Este humilde que arde en llamas
Todo te va entregar
Este humilde que arde en llamas
Todo te va a entregar

We Need One Victory (Nous avons besoins d’une victoire — C. Louri)

Music by B. Okudzhava, lyrics by B. Okudzhava
Performed by Christelle Louri:

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Ici l’oiseau se tait
L’arbre ne peut pousser
Nous sommes seuls en rangs serrés
A nous enraciner

Le globe enflamme sa trajectoire
Et la fumée nous envahie
Nous avons donc besoin d’une victoire
Une pour tous, rien moins et quel qu’en soit le prix
Une pour tous, rien moins et quel qu’en soit le prix

Un feu mortel menace
Mais il est impuissant
Ne doutons plus en rang dans la nuit passent
Nos paras du dixième régiment
Nos paras du dixième régiment

Dès que le feu s’éteint
Un autre ordre nous vient
Et le facteur deviendra fou
En nous cherchant partout

L’obus rougeoit dans la nuit noire
La mitrailleuse est sans merci
Nous avons donc besoin d’une victoire
Une pour tous, rien moins et quel qu’en soit le prix
Une pour tous, rien moins et quel qu’en soit le prix

Un feu mortel menace
Mais il est impuissant
Ne doutons plus en rang dans la nuit passent
Nos paras du dixième régiment
Nos paras du dixième régiment

De villes en villes mortes
La guerre nous emporte
Au pied des lignes ennemies
Oui frère c’est ainsi

Un jour nous aurons peine à croire
Au souvenir de cette nuit
Mais aujourd’hui il nous faut une victoire
Une pour tous, rien moins et quel qu’en soit le prix
Une pour tous, rien moins et quel qu’en soit le prix

Un feu mortel menace
Mais il est impuissant
Ne doutons plus en rang dans la nuit passent
Nos paras du dixième régiment
Nos paras du dixième régiment

Katyusha (Katyusha — T. Grazioso)

Music by M. Blanter, lyrics by M. Isakovsky
Performed by Thomas Grazioso:

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Meli e peri erano in fiore,
E lungo il fiume la nebbia avanzava
Camminava sulla riva Katjusha,
Sulla ripida e alta sponda.

Camminava cantando una canzone
Di un’aquila grigia della steppa,
Di colui che lei amava,
Di colui le cui lettere teneva

O canzone che parli di Katjusha
Vola e arriva fino al suo soldato
Segui il sole fino alla frontiera
E da Katjusha presto tornerà.

Fagli ricordare una semplice ragazza,
Fagli sentire la sua voce cantare
Possa lui proteggere la casa,
Come Katjusha protegge l’amore

The Last Battle (The final battle — T. Narasetapisarn)

OST “Liberation”
Music by M. Nozhkin, lyrics by M. Nozhkin
Performed by Tulanan Narasetapisarn:

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We haven’t rested for so long
We’ve had no time for rest
We’ve crawled through half of Europe
Tomorrow, at last, there will be the final battle

Refrain:
A little more, a little longer
The final battle is the most difficult one
But I want to go back home, to Russia
I haven’t seen my mom for so long
But I want to go back home, to Russia
I haven’t seen my mom for so long

We’ve had no peace because of these Germans for four years now
Rivers of blood and sweat for the fourth year
But I’d like to fall in love with a good girl
I’d like to touch my Motherland with my hand

Refrain.

Tomorrow we meet in hand-to-hand combat for the last time
It may be the last time we will serve Russia
We have no fear of dying for her
But we hope we will live through it.

Refrain.

Someone came down from the hill

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!

He Did Not Return From The Battle (On nie powr6cil po bitwie — E. Malinowski)

Music by V. Vysotsky, words by V. Vysotsky
Performed by Eugeniusz Malinowski:

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Czemu wszystko nie tak, czemu czegoS mi brak?
Przeciei wiatr swojq dumkq wciqi nuci.
Niebo jasne, i woda ma taki sam smak,
Tyf ko On wczoraj z bitwy nie wr6cif

Wiqc nie dowiem siq ju2 czy mial racjq czy nie,
Gdy zaiarcie tak ze mnq siq kl6cif.
Mnie nad ranem dopiero zaczqfo byd ile,
Gdy On wczoraj po bitwie nie wr6cif.

Nieraz milczaf nie w takt, albo Spiewaf nie w smak,
Gdy jui m6wil — nie miaf wyczucia.
On mi spa6 nie chcial da6, rano pierwszym byf z nas,
No a wczoraj po bitwie nie wr6cif.

To ie pusto mi tak, c6i, nie o tym ta pie$ri,
DziS pojafem jak On byf mi bliski.
Dla mnie tak jakby wiatr zgasit slorice i dzieri,
Kiedy On nie powr6cif z tej bitwy.

Wiosny zapach znad lqk jak z niewoli siq rwie,
Jam z rozpqdu przez ramiq Mu rzucil,
-r, Mlody masz papierosa?” – cisza, przeciei On nie…
Przeciei wczoraj po bitwie nie wr6cif.

Nasi zmarli na krok nie odstEpiE iui nas,
BgdE czuwad nad nami z ukrYcia.
Niebo ziemiq otula, zanurza siq w las,
Drzewa stojq przepiqkne w blqkicie.

Nam w ziemiance we dw6ch miejsca nie byfo brak,
DziS mam pustkq i mY6li gonitwq.
Teraz wszystko mam sam, tylko jakof mi tak
Jakbym sam nie powr6cil z tej bitwy.

Eternal Flame (F. Viehweg)

OST “Officers”
Music by R. Khozak, lyrics by E. Agranovich
Performed by Frank Viehweg:

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From the heroes of the past
Sometimes there are no names left.
Those who took the mortal battle,
They just became ground, grass.
Only the formidable prowess of them
Has settled in the hearts of the living.
This eternal flame bequeathed to us alone
We store in the chest.

Look at my fighters!
The whole world remembers their faces.
That battalion froze in the ranks.
I recognize old friends again.
Though they are not even twenty five
They had to go a hard way.
Those who closed with bayonets, as one,
They took Berlin.

There is no such family in Russia
Wherever their own hero was not remembered.
And the eyes of young soldiers
Look from wilted photos.
This look is like a high court
For the guys that are growing now.
And the boys can neither lie nor deceive,
Nor turn out of the way.

Take Your Greatcoat, Let’s Go Home (Grab your trenchcoat, we’re going home — A. Soul)

OST “From Dawn to Dawn”
Music by V. Levashov, lyrics by B. Okudzhava
Performed by Attih Soulul:

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You and I, brother, are from the infantry,
and summers are better than winters.
We’ve settled our score with the war,
grab your trenchcoat, we’re going home!

The war has bent and worn us down,
yet even war has met an end.
Your mother was four years without her son,
grab your trenchcoat, we’re going home!

Our streets are burned to the ground,
still again, again, my comrade,
the lost starlings have come back to them.
Grab your trenchcoat, we’re going home!

Now you’re sleeping with closed eyes
under a plywood star1
Stand up, stand up, brother,
grab your trenchcoat, we’re going home!

What will I say to your relatives?
How could I face your widow?
You can’t pledge in the name of yesterday.
Grab your trenchcoat, we’re going home!

We are all the accidental children of war,
generals and privates alike.
Spring rises again over the snow,
grab your trenchcoat, we’re going home!

What Homeland Begins With (ku fillon Atdheu — E. Kumrija)

OST “Shield and Sword”
Music by V. Basner, lyrics by M. Matusovsky
Performed by Enxhi Kumrija:

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Cili eshte nje fillim i atdheut
nje fotografi n’abc
me miq te mire dhe te vertete
te jetosh ne nje oborr fqinj

ose mbase fillon me ato kenge
qe nena na i kendoi ne
me ato gjera qe ne cdo prove
askush smund te na i heqe

Cili eshte nje fillim i atdheut
fillon me stol prane portes sone
me kte peme qe ne fushe rritet
duke u perkulur ne ere

ose mbase fillon me kengen
e pare pranverore t’yllit
dhe me kte rruge te vendit
qe duket si nje e pafund

Cili eshte nje fillim i atdheut
dritare qe shnderisin n’distance
kapake te vjetra t’babit qe gjetem
diku ne dollape

ose mbase fillon me nje tingull
te rrotave ne kamioncine
dhe me nje betim ate n’rini
e keni mbajt n’zemer gjithnji

Cili eshte nje fillim i atdheut.

Cranes (M. Kirkilan)

Music by Y. Frenkel, lyrics by R. Gamzatov
Performed by Michael Kirkilan:

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Sometimes I feel like the soldiers,
Who never returned from the bloodied fields,
Aren’t perished in our earth,
But turned into white cranes

Since those long gone times until today
They fly and give us signs, so we can hear them.
Isn’t this why so frequently and sorrowfully
We fall silent, watching the sky?

A tired flock is flying, flying up in the sky,
Through the fog, at the end of the day.
And among them there’s a small gap,
Perhaps that’s the place for me.

The day will come when together with the cranes
I will float in that same blue-gray mist,
With a bird’s hailing out of the heavens,
Calling on all of you, whom I’ve had left down on earth.

Sometimes I feel like the soldiers,
Who never returned from the bloodied fields,
Aren’t perished in our earth,
But turned into white cranes.

Belorussia (Belorussiya — S. Soendhoro)

Music by A. Pakhmutova, lyrics by N. Dobronravov
Performed by the Sandhy Soendhoro:

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A white stork flies,
above the white Polesye.
The Belarusian motiff
Is in the song of the heather, in the song of the willows.
The earth has accepted all
A care, a caress, and a flame,
The sunset flickers over the earth like a crimson banner.

Chorus:
My youth, is Belarus
The song of the partizans,
The pines and the fog.
The song of the partizans,
A scarlet dawn.
My youth, is Belarus.

Our memory passes
along the forest path of the partizans,
Unable to regrow
These paths were in the people’s destiny.
The pain of these past years
Lives in and fills each heart,
In each of our families
The young children of Khatyn weep.

Chorus.

A white stork flies,
above the Polesye, above the silent Zhnivyo
Somewhere in the wetlands of the marsh,
The remaining thunder burried.
White stork flies,
On and on he flies over his native fields,
The land of our love
He blesses with his big wings.

Chorus.

Random waltz (萍水相逢 (军官圆舞曲) — Y. Kisson)

Music by M. Fradkin, words by E. Dolmatovsky
Performed by Yan Kisson:

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黑夜短暂,白云安眠,
我们轻轻地握着那手儿,
随着圆舞曲音乐回旋,
炮声停息,小城平安,

我们聆听着圆舞曲音乐,
不时看一眼墙上时间。
虽然你我还不曾相熟,
我家离此地也很遥远,

但我仿佛已到家,
感到亲切而温暖,
在这空的大厅,
我俩跳舞回旋,

你在诉说的话语,
流入我的心田。
我们旋转,我们交谈,
我对跳舞啊荒疏已多年,

请您原谅我步子凌乱,
曙光召唤,又上前线,
告别你们这小小的城市,
我将走过您大门前。

虽然你我还不曾相熟,
我家离此地也很遥远,
但我仿佛已到家,
感到亲切而温暖,

在这空的大厅,
我俩跳舞回旋,
你在诉说的话语,
流入我的心田。

Dark-skinned girl (Moldāviete — T. Notte)

Music by A. Novikov, lyrics by Y. Shvedov
Performed by Tina Notte:

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Vasarā ap saules rietu
Garam dārzam gāju es
Jauna, stalta moldāviete
Vīnogas caur dārzu nes
Apstājos un noraudzijos,
Teikt jau gribēju tūlit:
— Iesim mēs pie upes
Rieta blāzmu sagaidīt! –

Piedziedājums:
Kļavas zaļās! Vēju dziesmu lapas dzied,
Mīlu tevi! Mīlas liesma sirdī zied.
Kļavas zaļas! Šalc lapu cirtas,
Vējš lapas tumšzaļās dzied.

Bet šai brīdī moldāviete
Lepni atbildēja man:
— Partizāņu cīņu trauksme
Pāri visai zemei skan.
Tagad ceļš ikvienam silā
Prom no dzimtas sētas trauc.
Ceļš lai arī tevi
Partizāņu gaitā sauc.

Piedziedājums.

Moldāviete projam gāja
Zuda skatam mežmalā:
Skumji kļuva, kādēļ mani
Līdzi nepaņēma ta.
Jauna staltā moldāviete
Bieži sapnī bija man
Līdzes viņu silā
Satiku kā partārtizāns

Piedziedājums.