Plamenev Cannon Fodder

I see the dream with my eyes barely closed,
And hear the voice; it’s fully dream-composed.

I am a usual soldier,
I’m just a cannon fodder;
The voice’s becoming louder;
I’ll make my final stand!
In my dream Ivan the Terrible
Looks grim and imperial;
He gifted all Siberia
To loved Russian land!

I hear the guns of mighty Baltic Fleet,
And battle drums fill Northern lands with heat.

I am a usual soldier,
I’m just a cannon fodder;
The voice’s becoming louder;
I’ll make my final stand!
In my dream the Great emperor
Peter is unforgettable;
He led you ahead to Europe,
My loved Russian Land!

The Nazi flag’s like shadow in the skies;
It floods the land with blood and painful cries.

I am a usual soldier,
I’m just a cannon fodder;
The voice’s becoming louder;
I’ll make my final stand!
In my dream on gleaming bloody field
Great Stalin seems more luculent;
There was a dreadful deadly yield
For loved Russian land.

And since birth of the universe
Time has been chasing running years;
My blood likewise runs through my veins
And sinews with its drive.
I know you went through fire and flames,
Be sure in my full trustiness;
I serve you, my loved Motherland;
I’m yours till I’m alive!