День Победы [Den' Pobedy] [English translation]

Victory Day was so far away from us,

Like an ember in an extinct bonfire.

We have walked plenty of dusty and burnt miles,

With tremendous efforts we were bringing Victory Day closer.

Victory Day smells of gunpowder

This is the holiday with grey temples

And joy mixed up with tears.

Victory Day, Victory Day, Victory Day!

Our Motherland worked hard

At Martin furnaces night and day.

Night and day we were fighting a difficult battle

Bringing Victory Day closer.

Victory Day smells of gunpowder

This is the holiday with grey temples

And joy mixed up with tears.

Victory Day, Victory Day, Victory Day!

Hello, Mom, we are not all back home.

I would like to run barefoot through the dew.

We have walked half of Europe, half of Earth,

Bringing Victory Day closer.

Victory Day smells of gunpowder

This is the holiday with grey temples

And joy mixed up with tears.

Victory Day, Victory Day, Victory Day!

• Artist:Lev Leshchenko