Plamenev Cannon fodder
I see the dream with my eyes barely closed, And hear the voice; its fully dreamcomposed I am a usual soldier, Im just a cannon fodder; The voices becoming louder; Ill 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, Im just a cannon fodder; The voices becoming louder; Ill 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 flags like shadow in the skies; It floods the land with blood and painful cries. I am a usual soldier, Im just a gun fodder; The voices becoming louder; Ill 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
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