Svyaschennaya Voyna
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Svyashchennaya Voyna (Cyrillic: Священная война, English Sacred War) was one of the most famous Soviet songs associated with the Great Patriotic War. It was written by Vasily Lebedev-Kumach in 1941 upon the beginning of the German invasion of the Soviet Union. The composer of the music was Aleksandr Aleksandrov, founder of the Red Army Choir and the music composer for the Hymn of the Soviet Union.
The song itself has been translated into two languages officially: the German version is called "Der Heilige Krieg" and the Hungarian version is titled "Fel, küzdelemre, hõs haza."
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[edit] Original Russian lyrics with transliteration and direct translation
Вставай, страна огромная, Вставай на смертный бой Припев: Дадим отпор душителям Припев Не смеют крылья чёрные Припев Гнилой фашистской нечисти Припев x 2 |
Vstavay, strana ogromnaya, Pripev: Dadim otpor dushitelyam Pripev Ne smeyut kryl'ya chyornye Pripev Gniloy fashistskoy nechisti Pripev x 2 |
Arise, huge country, Refrain: We (will/shall) give rebuff to stranglers Refrain The black wings (don't/shall not) dare Refrain To the foul fascist vermin Refrain x 2 |
[edit] English lyrics [1]
Arise, beloved country!
Arise, for mortal fight
With Fascist hordes despicable,
The forces of the night.
Refrain:
Let waves of righteous fury
Swell up as ne'er before
And spur us to the vict'ry of
Our sacred people's war. (x 2)
Give chase to those who'd conquer us
Oppressive tyrants all,
Who'd crush great flame ideas,
Who'd cast us into thrall.
Refrain
Their black wings we will never let
Fly o'er our motherland,
Nor ever shall her precious fields
Fall to a hostile band.
Refrain
These dirty rotten Fascist pigs
We'll shoot between the eyes.
The garbage of humanity
Is headed for demise.
Refrain x 2
[edit] Alternative English Lyrics
Get up, the giant country,
Get up for mortal fight
With German horde uncounted,
With forces of the night
Chorus:
Let noble anger of the soul
Get boiled as a wave.
The people’s war, the holy war.
We’ll fight until the grave.
Let's give repulse to oppressors
Of all the ardent thoughts.
To rapers and to murderers,
Let's say the swear words.
Chorus:
We will not let the darkened wings
Fly over Motherland.
The native country spacious fields
Are not for fiend's extend.
Chorus:
For rotten fascist pack we've got
A bullet and a bomb.
The spawn of the planet Earth
Must get into the tomb.