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Chechnya On Fire

Years will sweep away like winds.
They will rush into the forest of generations,
But memory, you will be alive
Days of death in fierce battles.
Having passed through the flame of years, the Caucasus has become a part of the heart for us.
We have been waiting for a long time, the sun is light.
When will fate smile at us,
But the pain of loss will remain
The loss of friends who fell in battle.
How bitter are the tears of mothers
That they ask for strength in prayer.
Pages of stories a bitter trail
What have we done wrong before God?
After all, forever is an enemy bringing death
Stood at the doorstep for centuries.
 
Chechnya - your pain is still fresh
Chechnya is forever in a flame of fire,
Chechnya is the pain of harsh, dark days,
Chechnya - the groan of the departed sons.
 
Hunger mowed us down like a wave of death,
The foreign country was so greeted.
In 44, that winter, Chechnya became distant for us.
13 long, terrible years - we still did not lose hope.
We were doomed, all to death, but we saw the Fatherland.
And who will answer us for what?
Why are they always killing us?
An old man, a child - everything is exactly for them, they do not consider us people there.
And to this day, in the fire of war, thousands of innocents are burning.
And we swore before God - to avenge everything cruelly.
 
Chechnya - your pain is still fresh
Chechnya is forever in a flame of fire,
Chechnya is the pain of harsh, dark days,
Chechnya - the groan of the departed sons.
 
And let him all disown us,
And let them be silent in dull humility.
We fought 300 to the death,
And do not give you that oblivion.
And we will go proudly into battle
And we will meet death without sorrow.
And everyone will remember as the sons of the mountains - they defended their freedom.
 
Chechnya - your pain is still fresh
Chechnya is forever in a flame of fire,
Chechnya is the pain of harsh, dark days,
Chechnya - the groan of the departed sons.
 
And we will go proudly into battle
And we will meet death without sorrow.
And everyone will remember as the sons of the mountains - they defended their freedom.
And we will go proudly into battle
And we will meet death without sorrow.
And everyone will remember as the sons of the mountains - they defended their freedom.
 


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2024.10.11.

My hand in the fire





With that tight skirt
The white blouse
The long little necklace
To him, she seemed like she came
Out of a splendid shop window
And suddenly one morning
He declared his love to her
But all his friends
Said he was crazy
Said he was fried
And that girl
No, she wasn’t the right type
But he wouldn’t believe it
And kept saying this:
 

I’d put my hand, my hand in the fire
Leave me alone, I know what I'm doing
I’ll marry that girl
I’ll marry that girl
 

With those big black eyes
She disturbed his thoughts
Sitting on the couch
She acted like a kitten
Stroking his hand
And he, slowly giving in
Talked to her about wedding confetti
But all his relatives
Were grumbling under their breath
That little girl
Would go out at midnight
And come back in the morning
But he wouldn’t believe it
And kept saying this:
 

I’d put my hand, my hand in the fire
Leave me alone, I know what I'm doing
I’ll marry that girl
I’ll marry that girl
 

And for his bride-to-be
He’d furnished
Two rooms and a kitchen
And then, as a salesman
He’d also found a steady job
But so sacrificed
He traveled night and day
But the whole neighborhood
Had already whispered to him
That a young plumber
Came around too often
To unclog the sink
But he wouldn’t believe it
And kept saying this:
 

I’d put my hand, my hand in the fire
He put it in the fire, and do you know what happened?
Now he no longer has a hand
Now he no longer has a hand
Now he no longer has a hand
 

Muzio Scevola!
 


2024.10.11.

Mother they destroyed my flowers





Mother they destroyed my flowers
Who destroyed them Marouda mine
The Albanoudis and the Kaltsounoudis' kids
And the young one, Kamioudis
But if they destroyed them Marouda mine
I'll give you to Albanoudis
I'll give you to Albanoudis
I'll make you a shortfurred one
And as you'll be going out Marou, wherever
Everyone will abide by it Marou mine
 


2024.10.11.

The stars of the Big Dipper





The stars of the Big Dipper are there
They are flowers in a timeless garden
And tonight, in a silver silence
They will carry away with them memories
Faces, names, dreams, kisses
The stars of the Big Dipper are there
Sullen, they wait for the coming dawn
And happily my thoughts fly toward the sky
Fly toward the sun, fly to meet
The stars of the Big Dipper to dream
 

And happily my thoughts fly toward the sky
Fly toward the sun, fly to meet
The stars of the Big Dipper to dream
 


2024.10.11.

I keep thinking about you





What’s happening in my head
On the street, only you
In a black coat, you walk away
Where no one knows you
 

I keep thinking about you
In my heart, only you
Tell me what to do
On grey days
 

I keep thinking about you
In my heart, only you
Tell me what to do
On grey days
 

The long years pass us by
I pass you every few days
Sometimes you look indifferent
Sometimes the sun from your eyes
 

I keep thinking about you
In my heart, only you
Tell me what to do
On grey days
 

I keep thinking about you
In my heart, only you
Tell me what to do
On grey days
 

I don’t know how it will end
This love of mine
I keep asking the fortune-teller about the future
(About the future I ask her)
Years pass by grey
Summer and winter
Will your coldness withstand my heart?
(Will it withstand?)
 

I keep thinking about you
In my heart, only you
Tell me what to do
On grey days
 

I keep thinking about you
In my heart, only you
Tell me what to do
On grey days