Pobeda

Unconquerable Victory Nepobedimaya pobeda Behind the door smolders and squeals: Za dver'yu tonet i gorit: "Let me in, brothers, for dinner, "Pustite, brattsy, poobedat', I haven't eaten; I am ill; Davno ne ela, vse bolit. I am so tired… so tired Ya tak ustala, tak ustala Of never-ending clash of war - Ot neskonchaemyh boev, For a piece of bread, a slice of meat Za pajku hleba, lomtik sala I shall love you and be yours…" Ya polyublyu vas..."

But we were plowing humbly, A my pahali skromno. Vedal And Peace commanded our deeds. Delami nashimi pokoj. We never raved of battle glories - Nam ni k chemu byla Pobeda, For Victory we had no need. Ved' my ne bredili vojnoj. Yet so breathtakingly enthralling No oslepitel'no krasiva The sultry Victory had been, Pobeda znojnaya byla - We could not resist and invited Her, Ne ustoyali, priglasili, But after Her Anguish crawled in. No vsled za nej vpolzla Beda.

We drank of blood three oceans, My krovi vypili tri morya, We devoured everything we found. My vse pozhrali, chto mogli, Victory sang Her stormy songs, Pobeda pela na prostore Untamed and wild on the battle ground. Lihie pesenki svoi. Victory had been winning sweetly, Pobeda vkusno pobezhdala, And Anguish - brining what it could. Beda solila, kak mogla. So many of us fell for Victory, Nas za Pobedu stol'ko palo, Myriads went down for Her good… Nas za Pobedu sdohla t'ma.

The battle ended, and Victory, No konchen boj, Pobeda, sonno Yawning sleepily, set off for home. Zevaya, podalas' domoj. And we were left standing astonished, A my ostalis' izumlenno Celebrating Her… along… Pobedu prazdnovat' With Anguish… S Bedoj, S Bedoj, S Bedoj.

With Anguish… With Anguish…