Давай за... [Davay za] [English translation]

Aye-na, eah-nye-na, aye-na,

Aye-na, eah-nye-na, aye-na,

Aye-na, eah-nye-na, aye-na,

Aye-na, eah-na, eah-nye, eah nye, eah-na...

The grey clouds, they cast the sky

Our nerves, they are tensioned like the stings of a guitar.

The rain, it drums from morning to night

Time stands still as if for an eternity.

We are advancing in all directions,

There are tanks, infantry, and artillery fire.

They kill us, and yet we live on

And again, we thrust ourselves into the attack.

Here's to life, come on my brother, to the end.

Here's to those who were with us then.

Here's to life, come on my brother, to the end.

Let's remember those who were with us then.

The sky above us is laden with heavy clouds

A patchy fog, it's creeping in low

I want to believe that it all is already over

My wounded comrade if only you would survive it.

You have to be patient, my brother, don't die yet,

You will live on...happily ever after.

We will dance at your wedding,

You will toss your kids up in the air?

Here's to life, come on my brother, to the end.

Here's to those who are waiting for you at home.

Here's to life, curse this wretched war.

Here's to those who are waiting for you at home.

Here's to them, here's to us, to Siberia, and the Caucasus.

For the light of distant cities, to friends, and to love.

Here's to you, here's to us, to the landing, and to the special forces,

To military citations let's raise a glass, to an old-hand.

In an old album I discovered photographs.

My granddad, he was the commander of the Red Army,

He made it to Berlin in forty-five,

That century of bygone memories.

The smell of uncut grass, at the break of day,

The ground groans with the furrows of bombs,

This pair of soldier's boots have tramped

Into new battles - from old wars.

Here's to life...

Here's to those...

Here's to life...

Let's remember those who were, back then