SOMETHING IMPORTANT EVERYONE SHOULD REMEMBER
(POEMS AND SONGS THAT HAVE BEEN SAVING THE WHOLE WORLD)
"When I grow up I want to become Russian!" A Syrian boy
"I am Russian! Live America..." Stan Yampolsky
WE ARE RUSSIANS
By K. Frolov-Crymsky
Translated by Em Rostverg
"We are Russians - what a delight!" A.V. Suvorov
A freak with a face so falsely sad,
"Huddling" in luxury of his huge "Porsche",
Pronounced, "I am ashamed to be called Russian.
We are the nation of mediocre drunks."
His thorough looks and his demeanor -
The devil cleverly has figured out everything.
But the merciless virus of degeneracy
Has ingloriously eaten out all his soul.
And now it is not worth even a penny,
Like a yellow leaf of a broken off tree branch.
Remember, Pushkin, of Ethiopian origin,
Was not upset by this Russianness of him.
And the creators of the Russian maritime prestige,
Both Kruzenshtern and Bellingshausen,
They did consider themselves Russians rightly be
And proudly were raising from the knees their homeland.
And being not much tolerant with narrow worldview,
Trying to peer beyond all possible horizon ends,
Greig, de Tolly, and Learmonth enjoyed the honor
Being called Russians, though they were authentic Scots.
Anyone of them is admiration worthy,
To sing of their homeland was the law for them!
So gave his life, with no regret, for Russia…
The Georgian prince Pyotr Ivanovich Bagration.
Our language is so versatile, so genuine, so perfect -
It heals the soul, it stabs much better than a knife.
Are we that capable of appreciating it immensely
And knowing it as Danish Dahl?
Come on… Dahl! In our time, are there many
Who know the great language so well,
As did Ukrainian Mykola Gogol,
Who with the genius of Pushkin was familiar so?
No need to knock your head against the wall
And furiously splutter, all in vain, while talking!
"We’re Russians!" - used to say Shevchenko - folklorist,
Read thoroughly the Kobzar, please.
Suvorov, Ushakov, and Mendeleev,
Kulibin, Lomonosov, and Popov…
All their lifetimes, working until wet shirts,
They cherished filial love in their souls.
Their names were engraved on tablets
As the true history key rudiments.
And among them, as a pillar, old chum Derzhavin,
With the blood of a Tatar Mirza in his veins.
They could be servants, or Messiahs…
Carrying their crosses on the shoulders bowed,
Same as… was carrying in the name of the whole Russia -
A Turk’s descendant Admiral Kolchak.
They have instilled and nurtured love
From age-old origins and roots.
Russian is the one, whose soul does live in Russia,
And whose thoughts are about it, the motherland.
You cannot get integrity and patriotism,
Like a lottery ticket added to coats or boots.
And if you're ashamed to be called Russian,
You, my friend, are not It - you are just … no one.
I AM RUSSIAN!
Music by A. Marshall
Lyrics by V. Kobets
Performing A. Marshall
Equirhythmic translation by Em Rostverg
I am Russian, I’m that very "Colorado",
"Soviet washout", “rushist” and “who sucks".
The one who loves both vodka and parades,
I am a scion of a triumphant soldier.
Do not rejoice, we haven’t gone extinct.
We are many, used not to have a belly full.
Our humanity has been implanted by life
In the wards of the dying Union.
Not all of us, of course, have well survived.
But those who did - became as strong as steel is.
Now Russians triply Russians are,
Have sprung from ashes of your morals...
For us the motherland and mother are sacred,
The world is afraid of us, because it knows:
To those, who "cannot Russia comprehend",
It, as usually, lucidly explains them,
That in the world, apart from income sources,
There’s decency, and dignity, and honor.
And our, Russian "I'm coming for you!"-
For you, my friends, alas, is really bad news.
We shouldn’t learn our fortitude from you:
You have already seen how we can fight.
And if you don’t want to remember it,
We’ll remind you and explain again.
Do not touch Russia, gentlemen.
Remember: if we are hit, we just grow stronger.
Please, hear us! And if you don’t, then…
Then we will also not hold back...
No use to make us face an acid test.
The overseas guy, you are not The Messiah.
Think, brother: RUSSIA isn’t Bosnia.
Think twice, whom you dare want to fight.
Think, brother: RUSSIA isn’t Syria.
Think twice, and don’t touch our motherland.
I AM NOT CHARLIE; I AM THE SUKHOI SU-24!
Music by A. Marshall
Lyrics by S. Efimov
Performing A. Marshall
Equirhythmic translation by Em Rostverg
The skies for me have suddenly turned into hell,
A treacherous blow from behind the corner...
I am an aircraft with a human soul,
With a variable geometry of a wing.
Hitting in the back, they know - they won’t miss,
They hit so meanly in the vulnerable spots...
And the pain that started somewhere in the fuselage
