"Victory Day" 
 
It is a very famous after-war song. This song is the symbol of that Victory. Every year on 
May, 9th this song is playing on TV stations, radio station and so on. 
 
It is impossible to imagine Victory Day holiday without this song, it is impossible to imagine 
holiday military parade without this song. 
 
There are the images which are related with this song - a huge holiday salute; happy 
smiling faces; trains with the soldiers, who are returning at home and who are decorated by 
flowers; crying women who are meeting and embracing with their husbands, fathers, 
brothers... 
 
And it is soldier's popular march song. Modern Russian soldiers often sing this song when 
they are marching. 

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"Victory Day" 

(Translated by Andrey) 
 
Victory Day, what far it was from us sometime! 
It was like the small light which wasted away in an extinct bonfire, 
We remember long roads, and these roads were charred and dusty, - 
We were making everything what was possible for the approaching of this day. 
 
Refrain: 
Oh, this Victory Day, 
It smells of gunpowder, 
It is the holiday 
With a grey hair in temples. 
It is gladness 
With tears in eyes. 
Victory Day! 
Victory Day! 
Victory Day!  
 
For the every night and day our Motherland [1]
Didn't close eyes nearly open-hearth furnaces, 
For the every night and day we had harsh battle - 
We were making everything, what was possible, for the approaching of this day. 
 
Repeat refrain. 
 
Hello, Mama, not everyone returned... 
And I want to run barefoot over the dew on grass. 
We went on foot a half of Europe, we went on foots a half of the Earth, - 
We were making everything, what was possible, for the approaching of this day. 
 
Repeat refrain. 


Remarks of Andrey:
[1] "Motherland" means "our people" here 
 
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The Russian version (translit):
 
"Den' Pobedy"

Den' Pobedy, kak on byl ot nas daliok,
Kak v kostre potukhshem taial ugoliok.
Byli viorsty, obgorelye, v pyli, -
Etot den' my priblizhali, kak mogli.

Pripev:
Etot Den' Pobedy
Porokhom propakh,
Eto prazdnik
S sedinoiu na viskakh.
Eto radost'
So slezami na glazakh.
Den' Pobedy!
Den' Pobedy!
Den' Pobedy!

Dni i nochi u martenovskikh pechei
Ne smykala nasha Rodina ochei,
Dni i nochi bitvu trudnuiu veli -
Etot den' my priblizhali, kak mogli.

Pripev.

Zdravstvui, mama, vozvratilis' my ne vse...
Bosikom by probezhat'sia po rose!
Pol-Evropy, proshagali, pol-Zemli, -
Etot den' my priblizhali, kak mogli.

Pripev.