Soyuzmultfilm Association for Puppetfilm 1976
Vladimir Lugovskoj SPRING NIGHT
written by Alexei Studzinsky directed by Vadim Kurchevsky
art director Stanislav Sokolov Music Shandor Kallosh
camera Vladimir Sidorov sound Vladimir Kutuzov Cutter N Trechshyeva
Text-editor Raisa Frichinskaya Voice actor Yu Kayurov
animators Natalia Dabizha, Oleg Safronov Ludmila Lobanova, Irina Sobinova-Kassil, Alexander Rozhkov,
Art V Alisov, I Fajman, G Studenikina Producer L Varentsova
Go out on the balcony.
Do you hear -
Geese are flying.
Like that time? Llike that time!
Old age is coming, brother.
No, I don't believe in old age, Hold on the wings,
I believe in life, I believe in death, And then in life again.
Do you see Billow in the moonlight.
Listen - geese are flying.
Like that time? Like that time
Many springs before.
Together with [Mikhail Vasilyevich] Frunze we came here from Chongar
and we were wondering in spring how young life was.
We heard the geese in that moonlight moment.
Do you remember the skulls under Hill of the Cross,
Do you remember that hat with a hole in it?
We buried the bones of heroic boys.
Do you hear - geese are flying? Do you hear - geese are flying.
Do you remember the girl Lera, - my ill luck?
The warriors buried her under Madrid... The warriors buried her under Madrid.
How we have been swingled, shaken, grounded!
In earlier days thirty lives would make one like this,
because, as youngsters, we carried on our shoulders
a sickle and a hammer on a blooming kumach* *[kind of red colored textile]
Are you happy? I don't know.
And me neither. It is all fine - work, love, family.
If the heart in your chest has not grown numb, real happiness is always ahead.
There was an oath in our path - to find all happiness for five continents.
Through sorrow and death? Through sorrow and death!
Just to know the truth, just to believe and to dare!
Do you hear - life is boiling like in a kettle -
Those are roots fidgeting in the ground,
Those are grasses creeping, those are buds popping,
It is the youth of spring thrilling the garden.
Come on, like that time under the Hill of the Cross,
to not give up, to fight, to fall in love sometimes
with a book, with music, with a girl, with foaming billows,
with morning stars rising in a blue abyss.
Because we saw the sun of the earth,
Because we came here from Perekop.
Heart - youth of the world - you are kicking in our chest,
Real happiness is always ahead.
The End Subs by Eus, September 2019 After a Dust Angel Translation