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"Songs of the Years of Fire" SONGS (of the)
"Songs of the Years of Fire" FIERY
"Songs of the Years of Fire" YEARS
A musical composition based on songs of the Civil War
Dedicated to the glorious Soviet Army
Have You Volunteered?
AURORA
Bird, fly from the road, and quickly!
Better hurry or you're dead!
See that dust cloud coming thickly,
Horses charging far ahead!
Blasting, turning, fire pouring,
Into crowds of enemies!
His machine gun aiming truly,
Our young gunner clears the fields!
Hey, Tachanka gun from Rostov,
You are our joy and you're our pride!
Red Cavalry gun-carts blast off,
Four wheels whirring as they ride!
Hey, Tachanka gun from Rostov,
You are our joy and you're our pride!
Red Cavalry gun-carts blast off,
Four wheels whirring as they ride!
Past the rivers Don and Volga,
Through the golden steppe so free!
Tanned and dusty, our young gunner
Blasted through our enemy!
As, unstoppable and mighty,
Like the manes of our wild steeds,
Manes of wind, smoke, storm, and fire,
Sliced our land like wind through reeds!
Hey, Tachanka gun from Kiev,
You are our joy and you're our pride!
From the far Amur, Tachanka,
Four wheels whirring as you ride!
Hey, Tachanka gun from Kiev,
You are our joy and you're our pride!
From the far Amur, Tachanka,
Four wheels whirring as you ride!
Hey, Tachanka from Poltava!
You are our joy and you're our pride!
Fire your machine gun, Tachanka,
Four wheels whirring as you ride!
Hey, Tachanka from Poltava!
You are our joy and you're our pride!
Fire your machine gun, Tachanka,
Four wheels whirring as you ride!
Past the stream,
Distant campfires gleamed,
As the clear light
of dawn started fading,
There a hundred young scouts
From Budyonny's recruits,
Galloped off
into fields, with foes waiting.
There a hundred young scouts
From Budyonny's recruits,
Galloped off into fields, with foes waiting.
Long and hard did they ride
In the dead gloom of night,
On the broad, vast Ukrainian steppe.
When across the broad stream,
They saw bayonets gleam -
They were White Guards, Their ranks locked like chains.
When across the broad stream,
They saw bayonets gleam -
They were White Guards, Their ranks locked like chains.
And the fearless young troop
On its enemy swooped,
Into furious battle proceeding!
Then a young soldier bold
Drooped...
...his head sharply low -
For his Komsomol heart, shot, was bleeding.
Then a young soldier bold
Drooped his head sharply low -
For his Komsomol heart, shot, was bleeding.
So he fell at the feet Of his fearless black steed,
And his brown eyes he closed, much too early!
"You, my black steed, my dear,
Tell the rest, who aren't here,
That with... honour I died for the workers..."
"You, my black steed, my dear,
Tell the rest, who aren't here,
That with honour I died for the workers..."
Echelon after echelon...
Echelon after echelon,
Echelon after echelon:
And the road gets wider yet.
Our commander gave the order -
That is that! He waves a white handkerchief
To the blue Don with his hand.
Our commander gave the order -
That is that! He waves a white handkerchief
To the blue Don with his hand.
So it was, dear Voroshilov,
That the campaign life made us friends,
Into battle we two charged!
Our foe still recalls with dread the
Fight for Belaya Kalitva,
And the battle for Kalach!
Our foe still recalls with dread the
Fight for Belaya Kalitva,
And the battle for Kalach!
For Tsaritsyn, for Tsaritsyn,
Days and nights we will keep fighting,
Bravely crossing pikes with pikes!
For Tsaritsyn, for Tsaritsyn,
Days and nights we will keep fighting,
Bravely crossing pikes with pikes!
And rain never will wash away,
From the mound nor from the wolf pit,
The workers' and peasants' blood!
Our commander gave the order -
That's that! He waves a white hankie
To the blue Don with his hand!
Hey!
And the road gets wider yet!
Echelon after echelon,
Echelon after echelon -
And the road gets wider yet!
Hey!
White is the Army and Black the Baron
That want to restore the old Tsar's throne,
But from the taiga to the British seas
The Red Army's the strongest there is.
May the Red Army
Grip masterfully
The bayonet with its rough hand!
And we all have to
Irrepressibly
Enter the final mortal fight!
Red Army, let's march on our way!
The Rev-Mil-Council calls us into the fray.
Since from the taiga to the British seas,
The Red Army's the strongest there is!
May the Red Army
Grip masterfully
The bayonet with its rough hand!
And we all have to
Irrepressibly
Enter the final mortal fight!
And we all have to
Irrepressibly
Enter the final
mortal
fight!
screenwriters Inessa Kovalevskaya, Irina Kryakova
composers Vladimir Krivtsov, Yevgeniy Botyarov
director Inessa Kovalevskaya
art director Ildar Urmanche
animators Vitaliy Bobrov, Oleg Safronov, Svetlana Skrebnyova
camera Yelena Petrova sound Vladimir Kutuzov
script editor Arkadiy Snesarev montage Izabella Gerasimova
singers O. Sorokina, L. Belobragina
Two-time laureate of the Order of the Red Banner, the A. V. Aleksandrov Song and Dance Choir of the Soviet Army
State Symphony Orchestra of Cinematography conductor E. Khachaturian
The End
Subs by Niffiwan, with input from FBJ, Ahmed il Lavavetri, etc. Animatsiya.net, 2025.10
"Tachanka" & "There, Far Beyond the River" based mostly on translations by FBJ, with edits for accuracy & different song version. "Echelon Song" based partly on translations by Hermos Flutter, LHaritonov, Vladimir4757, Ivan Oid, Paul Smith. "The Red Army is the Strongest" partly uses the translation by Ahmed il Lavavetri.