IT'S A CELEBRATION OF GRANDFATHERS AND FATHERS.
Аудиозапись
[Verse 1]
Like thunder cleaving crystal skies,
It sounds—this holiday of silvered brows,
Where fallen leaves of maple lies
Now grace the temples of war’s sacred vows.
[Verse 2]
Half a century—a fleeting breath,
Yet in their eyes, the battle’s flame still glows,
As if just yesterday, through smoke and death,
Roared that fearsome cry: "Onward!" they rose.
[Bridge]
Touch their souls—they blaze like embers,
Tears like pearls down weathered cheeks…
No erasing, no concealing, no surrender—
They remember. Always.
[Chorus: Victory Day]
This Victory Day!
Not stars—but wounds upon their chests,
Not medals—payment for our lives,
That we might breathe, laugh, stand addressed
To this land where their sacrifice survives.
This Victory Day!
Through decades—marching firm in line,
Though shadows thin where giants tread…
We remember. We now hold the line,
So this fire never dies with the dead.
This Victory Day!
That day when through the hellish night,
Through shrieking steel and Satan’s roar,
They shouted "For our land!" in fight,
And broke what none had broke before.
[Verse 3]
Let bullets sing like blizzard’s knife,
Let blood in veins boil fierce and red—
"For Motherland!" gave death its life,
And turned mere men to force widespread.
[Oath]
We—grandsons of those unbowed,
Who charged the abyss with chests unshaken!
Our oath: Let no one be allowed
To tread this soil—our sacredaken.
[Final Chorus: Victory Day]
This Victory Day!
Not just a date—a vow renewed:
We guard this memory, sharp as bayonets.
While we draw breath—none shall exclude
That May’s bright light. While we stand—
It stands with us!
