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GALINA VISHNEVSKAYA lyrics : "Mussorgsky - Songs and Dances of Death, 'The Field Marshall'"

rokhochet bitva, bleshut broni,
(The battle rages, swords are flashing,)
Orud'ja zhadnyje revut,

(Like hungry beasts the cannons roar ;)
Begut polki, nesutsja koni
(The horses neigh, the squadrons gallop,)

I reki krasnyje tekut.
(The stream runs crimson, dyed with gore.)
Pylajet polden', ljudi b'jutsja ;)

(The burning noon-day sees the slaughter,)
Sklonilos' solnce, boj sil'nej ;)
(And still at sunset the fight endures.)

Zakat blednejet, no derutsja
(The last gleams vanish, still unyielding,)
Vragi vse jarostnej i zlej.

(The foe maintains a stubborn front.)
I pala noch' na pole brani.
(Now falls the night upon the carnage,)

Druzhiny v mrake razoshlis'...
(And in the gloaming all disperse.)
Vsjo stikhlo, i v nochnom tumane

(Silence reigns; only the darkness hears)
Stenan'ja k nebu podnjalis'.
(Wounded cry towards Heaven.)

Togda, ozarena lunoju,
(See, there, where the livid moon-rays fall,)
Na bojevom svojom kone,

(Astride upon a charger pale,)
Kostej sverkaja beliznoju,
(Rides a warrior wan and grisly, whose name)

Javilas' smert'; i v tishine,
(Is 'Death'. There, in the dusk,)
Vnimaja vopli i molitvy,

(He hears their pitiful complaining ;)
Dovol'stva gordogo polna,
(Surveys the ghastly field with pride)

Kak polkovodec mesto bitvy
(Moves like a leader triumphant,)
Krugom ob"jekhala ona.

(Surpassing the scene of glory and pain.)
Na kholm podnjavshis', ogljanulas',
(Then climbs a hillock,)

Ostanovilas', ulybnulas'...
(Gazes round him on dead and dying, grimly smiling...)
I nad ravninoj bojevoj

(Now over the seething field of slaughter)
Razdalsja golos rokovoj
(Rings out stern and clear his voice)

Konchena bitva! ja vsekh pobedila!
("Cease now the fight! The victory is mine!)
Vse predo mnoj vy smirilis', bojcy!

(You warriors all, it is to Death you have yielded!)
Zhizn' vas possorila, ja pomirila!
(Foes in your lifetime, I come to make you friends!)

Druzhno vstavajte na smotr, mertvecy!
(Rise up, reply to the roll-call of Death!)
Marshem torzhestvennym mimo projdite,

(Fall into my rank! You must march past your leader!)
Vojsko mojo ja khochu soschitat' ;)
(Before the day dawns I must muster my men.)

V zemlju potom svoji kosti slozhite,
(Soldiers, your bones shall repose in the earth's bosom,)
Sladko ot zhizni v zemle otdykhat'!

(Sweet is the slumber that follows the fight!)
Gody nezrimo projdut za godami,
(Years shall pass over you unnoticed, unheeded,)

V ljudjakh ischeznet i pamjat' o vas.
(Men shall forget what you fought for today.)
Ja ne zabudu i gromko nad vami

(I, Death alone, will remember your valour,)
Pir budu pravit' v polunochnyj chas!
(Honour your memory when midnight is struck!)

Pljaskoj tjazhjoloju zemlju syruju
(Over these furrows I'll dance in the moonlight)
Ja pritopchu, chtoby sen' grobovuju

(Tread it so closely, your bones shall never move,)
Kosti pokinut' vovek ne mogli,
(Never more shall you come back to earth.)
Chtob nikogda vam ne vstat' iz zemli!
("For all shall defend, live for and rise for the motherland!")


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