MIR FDS1-RU Tale of the Russian Land FDS1.RU

Hear my voice, oh ye brave and mighty men
Listen close to the word of the ancient truth
To the ancient truth, to the epic tale
From the dawn of time, from the hoary past
From the troubled days and the blazing fires
Mother Earth arose in her majesty
And remembered the sons of her glorious days
When the towns were burned by the evil Horde
Holy Rus' arose from the ash and fire
On the Neva-river our prince Alexander
Met the darkened clouds of the enemy
On the Chudskoye lake, on the freezing ice
Foreign armies fell, sinking deep below
By the river Don, where the heroes fell
Kulikovo field will recall for aye
How the regiments stood for the Holy Rus

Oh, the Russian land is our shining home
By the freezing river a quiet port
It's the ringing bells o'er the emerald grass
It's a temple prayer, and a blade of steel
It's the fadeless light through the darkest age
That has led our folk from their heavy chains

Far beyond the Urals, the rocky peaks
Yermak rode away with his freemen bold
In the Time of Troubles, the darkest years
Prince Pozharsky and Minin saved the land
As Poltava roared like a blackened storm
Northern ages forged us a mighty shield
Prince Potemkin claimed the Taurida shores
Sevastopol stood as a fortress grand
City Kiev stands tall over Dnieper streams
City Kharkov is filled with an armored pride
Over ancient mounds little candles glow
Memory is quiet, but unbroken still
And the motherland will forever keep
All the heroes' names 'neath the heavy grass

Oh, the Russian land is our shining home
By the freezing river a quiet port
It's the ringing bells o'er the emerald grass
It's a temple prayer, and a blade of steel
It's the fadeless light through the darkest age
That has led our folk from their heavy chains

As the civil storm tore our homes apart
Fortress Brest stood strong 'gainst the fatal steel
By our Mother Moscow a vow was made
Leningrad stood fast, never giving in
By the Volga river the metal flowed
And the Kursk salient breathed with heavy fire
To the gates of Berlin our flags were borne
From Khingan's high peaks to the Kuril isles
There our regiments marched like an avalanche

Oh, the Russian land is our shining home
By the freezing river a quiet port
It's the ringing bells o'er the emerald grass
It's a temple prayer, and a blade of steel
It's the fadeless light through the darkest age
That has led our folk from their heavy chains

When the heavy years finally passed away
Winds of war blew in from the foreign lands
And the alien armies began to form
But the glorious warriors rose again
To reclaim the land and the people's honor
Oh, the Russian land is a new frontier
Where the faith and honor are forged in fire
Sleep, my country, sleep, in a peaceful dream
All the heroes sleep with their swords in hand
At the holy outpost they stand on guard
From the native shores to the edge of the world