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!