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Lyrics of the song Mikhail Nozhkin - “Immortal Regiment”

War is over. And the guns fell silent
And the years smoothed over the great misfortune,
And we live. And we welcome Spring again,
Let's celebrate Victory Day, the best day of the year.

And from Kamchatka to the famous Brest,
From Sevastopol to Murmansk latitudes,
Sadness and joy walk across the country together,
And again, memory haunts us.

And the holy bells are ringing again,
And again the country stands in a single formation,
Immortal Regiment, Immortal Russia
Moving confidently into the future!

War is over. But singed by the song
It still circles over every house.
During the war of our fathers and grandfathers, millions
Gone into immortality so that you and I can live!

They fulfilled the severe duty of a soldier,
And they remained faithful to the Motherland to the end,
And we look into History again,
So that today can be measured as a day of war.
Chorus.

War is over. But there is no peace in the world,
And again our enemies scare us with war,
We are not afraid of them - we are a country of Heroes,
And everyone is ready to stand up for the Motherland as a wall!

War is over. But the memory of generations
Like front-line friendship, eternal and firm.
No one has ever brought us to our knees,
And he won’t bet for anything and never!
Chorus.

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IMMORTAL REGIMENT

THE IMMORTAL REGIMENT WALKS THROUGH MOSCOW,
THE IMMORTAL REGIMENT WALKS ACROSS RUSSIA...

Red Square - the place for the Parade
To the seventieth anniversary of Victory in the war.
The participants wore all the awards,
Everyone has St. George's ribbons.

The Immortal Regiment marches across the country
To the music “Farewell of the Slavic woman”,
So that on the anniversary of the Victory in Moscow
Walk along the historical paving stones.

Portraits of our great-grandparents
They will take their places in the regiment's ranks.
Victory came at a great cost to us.
Immortal regiment, your feat is for centuries!

They float smoothly past the stands
Portraits of the country's winners.
They constantly protect us
From a terrible, destructive war.

Today they are with us again
They will march in columns along the pavement.
Our veterans are back in service,
Bringing Victory to you and me.
They go with them solemnly
In one column are grandchildren, children -
Portraits of the winners are carried,
So that everyone on the planet knows them.

Our immortal regiment is always alive,
Like a relay race of our generations.
The soldiers are marching in formation, as they were then,
They try to keep the ranks even.

The parade regiment passes as always,
Making a step, aligning to the right.
Everyone’s medals and orders shine;
Our Banner flies proudly above the ranks.

If you have to defend the country,
The immortal regiments will be in service again.
They are always on the alert.
Let all our enemies know this.

SONGS ABOUT THE IMMORTAL REGIMENT

Dear readers! The site "Beloved Motherland" is pleased to present you touching songs about the immortal regiment, written by modern poets and thanks the authors for their creative inspiration, sensitivity, kindness and love for the Motherland.

Glory to heroes, memory is our strength.

The regiment is marching, the Immortal regiment is marching,

The Immortal regiment is marching across the planet,

Soul to soul, shoulder to shoulder shoulder in its ranks

Adults and children walk together.

The Immortal Regiment is our eternal talisman,

He is the unfading glory of the Motherland.

Live, Russian people, and be proud,

The Immortal Regiment gave us the right to do this.

The regiment is marching, the Immortal regiment throughout the land,

Soaked in holy soldier's blood.

They gave their lives for you and me,

They blessed us with love.

The most pure wings of their saints' souls

They overshadow us and shine like a star,

They are grateful now and for centuries

There are adults and children all over the planet.

Eyes sparkle with grateful tears

For the soldier's work - it is in the name of life,

And with my heart I covered the embrasure

Soldier in the name of us and the entire Fatherland.

Steps broadly into the future

My power, Motherland - Russia,

Where the Immortal Regiment lives in every heart

In it is our glory, our pride, our strength.

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“IMMORTAL REGIMENT” - ANTHEM OF THE IMMORTAL REGIMENT

Lyrics:

Hear me from the depths of time,
You are my dear, my legendary great-grandfather!
And from above, looking at the world saved,
Find yourself among other names.

I proudly join the Immortal Regiment,
After all, the memory of you is sacred to the heart,
And remember the feat of every soldier
For great-grandchildren, Victory is the highest duty!

Immortal Regiment!

Let the people of my country stand up,
Let them remember villages, cities, villages
Their heroes are righteous faces,
Full of great dignity.

So that their glory survives the centuries,
So that our children remember this,
So that they know the price of that holy Victory, -
Join the ranks of the Immortal Regiment!

Immortal regiment - you will live for centuries!
Immortal Regiment - Our flame of victory!
The Immortal Regiment is immortal next to us!
Immortal Regiment! Immortal Regiment!

Immortal regiment - you will live for centuries!
Immortal Regiment - Our flame of victory!
The Immortal Regiment is immortal next to us!
Immortal Regiment! Immortal Regiment!
Immortal Regiment!

Immortal Regiment
Immortal regiment from the flame of Victory!
His mighty formation is marching forward!
The Immortal Regiment, in which our grandfathers are!
They walk along the path of human memory.
Immortal Regiment in medals and envelopes,
In the frozen faces of the front-line personnel.
Immortal regiment in defeats and victories,
In the remains of the fallen and in the tears of the living.

Immortal regiment of living and fallen grandfathers,
Those who have traveled the roads of war.
Immortal regiment, marching for Victory!
He brought it to the streets of the country.
Immortal regiment of innocents killed,
Children and grandchildren, wives and mothers,
Immortal Regiment, civilian and military,
Goes silently in people's memories.

Immortal regiment in seconds and centuries,
More than once the enemy's back will be broken
Immortal Regiment in questions and answers,
Will tell everyone the whole truth about the war
The Immortal Regiment is not a reality
And day and night and in frost and heat.
Walked forward from Brest to Berlin,
Immortal regiment you are in living memory.

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River of the Immortal Regiment.
What kind of river is this flowing?
I don't dare say...
Immortal Regiment River
Filled Tverskaya!
In it, memory splashes in the waves,
It is our essence and conscience.
In her immortal names
Valor shines in the sun.

Grandchildren and grandfathers are walking in it,
Walking in the same formation.
They won’t drown in it, they won’t die,
Souls are resurrected in it...
River of the Immortal Regiment
Will fill the truth with power,
And it will flow through the centuries
Along the streets of Russia!

We will be driven by its flow
Through years and centuries.
Let everyone know: Immortal Regiment!
Our children will continue!
What kind of river is this flowing?
Hope, Faith, Strength!
Immortal Regiment River
Filled Russia! Lik D.S.

The Ballad of the Immortal Regiment!

Like once in Volgograd on the eve of Victory Day,
The son turned to his father.... - Tell me dad about your grandfather,
I saw a photo in an album, among hundreds of our new ones,
A grandfather in a full-length overcoat and cap against the background of the house.

And there was nothing left of the house, just ruins,
A little to the left are two craters from a shell and a mine.
And in the distance there is a broken city and the bodies of soldiers lie,
This city is the legendary glorious city of Stalingrad.

And the father answered his son’s holy question,
Your grandfather was an artilleryman and did not hide his bitter tears.
He fought for a long time with the fascist who kept that city in a ring,
Your grandfather defended that city seven decades ago.

And the house behind grandfather is called Pavlov’s House,
In it the culprits of the Victory...Glory and Valor live.
There are Soviet soldiers breaking out of the ring,
Without sparing their lives, they fought the Germans to the end.

The son said, let’s take dad’s photo of his grandfather,
So that they make a sign for us and let’s go with that sign
To Mamayev Kurgan on a May morning on Victory Day
We will join the ranks of the “Immortal Regiment” together with our grandfather.

Like one spring morning in May on Victory Day
People with the faces of their great-grandfathers walked along the streets of Russia.
There were not just a lot of them... The river was full of them,
That day the whole country joined the formation of the “Immortal Regiment”
Lik D.S.

When the last veteran leaves...

When the hand of a brave grandson
He will proudly hold up a frame with a photo of his grandfather.
Then the river of the immortal regiment,
Will fill souls with truth and victory.

When the carnations fall on the granite
And the look will sparkle from the eternal flame.
Then we can confidently say
That the memory of the fallen is still alive in us!

When the country passes shoulder to shoulder,
And she will sing Katyusha on Victory Day
I will raise my eyes to the sky and scream!
Thank you for everything, dear grandfathers!

When, after a hundred winters and a hundred years,
My great-grandson will tell his son Happy Victory Day!
We realize the power of true Victories
What our grandfathers brought us in battles.

When the last veteran leaves,
When the last soldier is found.
We realize the pain of mental wounds,
Irreparable true loss.

The Lord will lay a heavy cross on us,
Great truth and peace.
And we will understand what kind of day it was,
And what is its purpose.

Lik D.S.

Veteran ballad

We couldn't take a step back.
There were four of us in a damp trench,
And everyone wanted to live to see victory.
I, Kolka, Seryoga from the same village,
And Ivan from Kostroma, foreman, is with us...
We stood as one indestructible wall,
And death was not scary for anyone.

I'm left alone in this world to breathe
How many times have I buried you, friends forever?
Kolka, Vanya, Seryoga walk slowly,
On the tablets of the grandchildren in the Immortal Regiment.
I'll come to you soon in heaven guys,
We'll walk by and chat with her.
Let's bathe our souls in the waters of the river
What the grandchildren called the Immortal Regiment

Seventeen medals shine on the chest,
In them the sun plays with rays in the fire.
Today I was left alone from the regiment,
And tears flow down his gray beard.
Then in the forty-first in the battle near Moscow,
Forty tanks slowly crawled towards us.
There were four of us, that last spring,
Today from the regiment, I was left alone.

Lik D.S.

Great holiday.

On this day, the grandson remembers his grandfather,
And he wants to go with him in the immortal regiment!

Our great holiday is Victory Day!
You cannot find more truthful dates on the planet.
On this day of fascism the force was overcome,
Russian soldiers, not sparing their lives!

Great day, Mighty country!
The sacred war has passed the test!
Great day...Victory spring!
Immortal regiment filled with tears!

Great day...Sacred freedom!
Under a hail of tears and volleys of fireworks!
Great day, Great people!
That he beat the enemy without complaining about the miracle!

Our great holiday is Victory Day!
A chance to say thank you to grandfathers and fathers,
On this day we are following the truth!
Souls and hearts beat in unison!

Our great holiday is Victory Day!
And you can’t find a more important day in Russia,
On this day, all grandchildren remember their grandfathers,
And with the regiment to the immortal grandchildren along the way!

Lik D.S.

The immortal regiment marches across the planet,

With portraits of adults and children in it,

Floating in the waves of sacred memory.

Great-grandfathers and grandfathers walk with us,

In uniforms and military awards

Great achievers of victory

Frozen in front-line footage.

The immortal regiment spread like a river,

Along the streets, avenues, squares.

I bathed my soul in that river,

And I realized a lot in the world

Walking shoulder to shoulder with heroes,

I will shout with all my might... No to War!

May the memory never die

The immortal regiment walks the earth!

No one can stop the Immortal Regiment,

And she will be eclipsed by his sacred light

Whoever went to the regiment will remember him forever,

Leaving a bright mark in your heart.

The Immortal Regiment as truth and faith.
It flows like a river through different cities.

Let everyone know the great victory

Lives in his sacred names
Lik D.S.

River of great memory.

All our glorious heroes,
They walk together through the centuries.
They flow in victorious formation,
The river of the immortal regiment.
Frozen in photos and portraits,
They float along Tverskaya.
And spread throughout the world.
River of great memory.

The Immortal Regiment... Moves forward!
Through the cities of the mainland
In it the memory burns with flame
Cranes are crowing above him
Great-grandfathers and grandfathers live in it,
Looking at grandchildren as if from icons...
The Immortal Regiment lives in victory
And that is why he is immortal.

They go from small to large.
Holding the plywood above you.
In their front-line and kind faces.
The last, most difficult battle
Frozen in photos and portraits,
Floats with the flow of centuries
One Great Victory
River of great memory.

Lik D.S.

1418 days

The Slavs have many numbers.
Days of great, glorious dates.
Each has a sacred meaning,
The Russian world is rich in glory...
But one number is sacred to us,
For fathers and for children
Victory Day in forty-fifth
Our Great May Day

We walked from glorious Brest to Berlin with battles,
Our right thing is to be defeated by our enemies.
Do not erase from memory... adults and children
In the summer of forty-one, in the spring of forty-five
From June twenty-first, until May, until May nine.
Do not erase from people's conscience and memory
One thousand four hundred and eighteen days.

The Slavs have many temples,
Monuments... holy places!
Regiment of Heroes - Veterans,
Old, but alive.
But we know one thing sacredly,
And we keep it for centuries.
Victory Day in forty-fifth
Day of the Immortal Regiment!

Lik D.S.

LET'S REMEMBER...

I will never allow myself and you.
To forget how my grandfather died near Moscow.
May morning in Kolomna near Moscow
I will remember all those who died in the war.

I’m taking my son and daughter with a photo of their grandfather
Straight to the eternal flame on Victory Day
We will not forgive our enemies suffering and pain.
We will remember and honor all heroes

I will remember in the constellations of dates,
All the victories of Soviet soldiers,
Along the planet with an immortal river
We walk around the planet and remember

We will remember in the Immortal Regiments,
All those who died in bloody battles.
I will remember and keep the memory,
Happy Victory Day country...Let's live!

My son will grow up and tell his grandchildren,
How their brave great-grandfather beat the Nazis.
They will then tell their children
So we will carry the memory through the centuries

Don't let your soul and heart for a moment
To forget a great date for centuries
Victory Day on planet earth
Let us remember, keeping the memory in our hearts!

Lik D.S.

We remember, We are proud!

We remember the war and are proud of the victory,
The exploits of the fallen soldiers are sacred to us,
Walking with my grandfather in the immortal regiment
We are not ashamed to decorate our face with tears.
We remember the shelves going into the distance,
Burning huts, fields and valleys.
And seeing how my grandfather kisses the medal,
I feel the cost of the journey to Berlin!

We remember we are proud!
Victory soldiers!
We will not surrender to the enemy!
Shouting hurray into your eyes!
Salute to those killed in battle!
Vivat in the world alive!
Great Victory Day
We will preserve it for centuries!

We remember how our conscience left us,
When we didn't honor our veterans.
Come to your senses people, Lord give us a chance,
Have time to heal the wounds of our memory!
We remember that we must find many,
Introduce their names to friends and family!
We are all just the beginning of a long journey
Which the soul calls as MEMORY!

Immortal Regiment. Penton 2. Song. Version 1.0. Victor Kachemtsev

Spiritualizing the solemnity of the heart,
Full of the same sensations
On the ninth of fluttering May
We are together with the liberators of the country.

Let the incendiary accents be heard,
But, remembering the succession of illegalities,
Monuments unbroken by betrayal
They raise a star above the winners!
They raise a star above the winners!

14.04.2015
© Copyright: Victor...

Probably life is doubly valuable
To them who did not live to see Victory.
And, like icons on the wall,
Portraits of our grandfathers hang.

Eh, time, time... I wish I could turn it back
Let it be for a moment, for a minute:
And now the grandfather laughs again,
And the grandmother hurries to someone.

Here they are building a new house “in peace”,
But here's a feast in this house!
... But it will all end later
One day in '41, in the summer.

The country will be filled with misfortune,
Will groan with the wounds of the craters!
War, damn war
From women's tears and funerals...

After all, I was waiting for my time,
Without choosing...

The victory was entered into the chronicle.
We are the relatives of those soldiers,
In May who is on the ninth
He will remember all the heroes from the family.

Everyone involved in the spirit of the years,
A memorial column inside and out
He will carry a portrait in his hands,
No one else will do it.

Here in the ranks one and a front-line soldier,
And a blockade runner with a war child,
The home front worker is worthy of them,
There is trouble with a concentration camp prisoner.

The people fought for posterity,
And people have the right to live,
In the pedigree of relatives so that
Do not break the connecting thread.

It's going across the country...

In my homeland there are immortal regiments
They flow like a living river incessantly,
For grandfather and father, father and mothers,
They go for them with the long-awaited victory.

What is Troy to me, what is Rome, “Flowers in the Wind.”
Enemies will not undermine the pulse of my memory,
They never dreamed of the battle of Stalingrad,
And even the torment of Hell will not wash away.

Perhaps there will be spring rain in the morning,
And drops of heaven's tears will knock on my soul,
And somewhere the trains will run far away,
I hear that sound of wheels every day.

Victory holiday with immeasurable joy
And with tears in someone's window...
Immortal Regiment? Rather, the front is immortal
On the ninth it will be held throughout the country.

From the Far East to Brest
That front will pass without fiery battles,
But with grandchildren and great-grandchildren together
Russian villages and cities.

And in those columns there is a small granddaughter
Raises a banner above his head,
Where is the photo of my front-line mother,
A young military doctor and medical worker.

And in the far and near abroad
History is twisted and distorted
Absolutely not...

Love makes the soul immortal -
without Love there is no point in saving her
and repent, having washed away someone else’s blood,
and be wary of every action.

Love makes the soul immortal.
Love in the soul is a particle of the Higher Power,
recreating the Cosmos again and again,
and we are Her mausoleums and graves.

With love, see you off on your last journey
and it will be with us - the dead man will not condemn,
live and love and be kind -
everything is not enough - there will be no gratitude.

And She doesn’t even need gratitude -
Love goes its own way of the grain.

Immortal love captivated me
In that wasted youth of mine,
She pleasantly surprised me
I'm amazed until these glorious days...

Magic love has eclipsed the mind
And there is nothing sweeter in the world,
And every time I fall in love and am obliged
To be tormented with such a soul...

And here I am alone, yearning in the evenings,
I'm going to the shore of Mother OKI,
And baring my soul, before you -
Looking for love to the death...

There is no such family in Russia

Wherever your hero is not remembered.

And the eyes of young soldiers

They look from photographs of the faded...

This look is like the highest court

For the kids who are growing up now,

And boys can neither lie nor deceive,

Don't go out of your way.

Eternal flame. Evgeniy Agranovich

Happy Victory Day!

Victory Day...This day is a symbol of pride for those who defended the freedom and independence of our country, a symbol of determination, the will of the Russian people, a symbol of the dignity of Russia.

The current anniversary for us is, first of all, a reason to think: how did we manage the Great Victory of our fathers, grandfathers and great-grandfathers? And most importantly, have we retained that victorious spirit that helped our people survive the fiercest battle with the strongest enemy of that time: Western civilization, united under the banner of German Nazism.

One of the main purposes of this Holiday is to unite. To unite us all in the memory of those terrible years, to unite us with a sense of pride in our heroic ancestors.

Yes, now is a difficult time when, in pursuit of personal well-being, we sometimes go over our heads. Before the unification? Sometimes our children do not know anything about the cost of this opportunity to simply live. For the younger generation, these years are even further away, the more difficult it is probably to understand and feel... Every year there are fewer and fewer veterans of the Great Patriotic War, their ranks in the Victory ranks are inexorably thinning. In another five, ten, fifteen years, who will our children and grandchildren see at the Eternal Flame?

The day will come when the last soldier of the Great Patriotic War will go into eternity. Who will we hug, give flowers, thank? Who will our children remember? So that the living connection of times is never interrupted, so that the memory of the fallen soldiers never fades, we will carry their portraits in victorious formation. Let everyone see and everyone remember! After all, we are their children, and we are the heirs of the Great Victory!

Already today we are seeing around the world a desire to belittle the role of the Soviet soldier, our country, in this war. I can say more - fascism flourishes where there is oblivion. No matter how hard liberals of various persuasions and State Department gentlemen try, our people, our country will NEVER be turned into a cluster of Ivans who do not remember kinship.

Our sacred duty is to prevent this Great from being reduced to the ordinary.
The Immortal Regiment parade showed the fantastic unity of our country, our people. We all marched in this formation as one family!

Time cannot be stopped. Each new day moves us away from the great date - Victory Day 1945. In the hands of everyone marching in the Immortal Regiment is the fate of a loved one, the fate of an entire country in those war years that are already so distant for us. If you do not maintain the connection between generations, time will erase in memory the dates, details, facts of the heroic feat of our fathers and grandfathers. By marching in the column of the “Immortal Regiment” on Victory Day, we thereby preserve in every family the memory of the soldiers of the Great Patriotic War.

Each of us has losses in that war, because there was no family in such a large and powerful country that did not receive a funeral... One way or another, the Great Patriotic War is our war. Everyone who did not return from the battlefield, who survived it, who came home alive, who now comes to parades - they are all our fathers and grandfathers. They won life for us. They gave it to us.

Both of my grandfathers did not return from the battlefields. They did not have the chance to march victoriously across Red Square in 1945. When I walked in the ranks of the Immortal Regiment along Red Square, I felt my grandfathers walking next to me. I know they saw that we were back on track. As long as we remember, our loved ones are alive, they are with us. We not only prolong the lives of those who are no longer with us, but also do not allow the feat of our entire people to be forgotten. When I leave, their great-grandchildren will join the ranks... and so that the living connection of times is never interrupted, so that the memory of the fallen soldiers never fades, we will carry their portraits in victorious formation. It sounds so simple and stingy.
On this day we repay our debt to those people thanks to whom we now live, so let's repay it all, and not bit by bit, not in crumbs, without saving. This is our sacred civic duty to those who gave us life today and hope for the future!

I bow my head to you, our grandfathers! I express my sincere respect to all Veterans and participants of the Great Patriotic War, to all those who went through the horror of those years and survived. I bow deeply to those who did not live to see Victory. Eternal memory to them... Happy Victory Day!

Sincerely yours, Elena Esina

◘ Siege Leningrad

◘ Battle of Stalingrad

◘ On the battlefield

◘ Just before the Victory

◘ Everlasting memory

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◘ War and children

◘ Poems for children for Victory Day

◘ Poems about peace

IMMORTAL REGIMENT

Let the world remember, saved for centuries
A soldier of a war that did not spare lives.
So that peace can be safely preserved on earth,
The ranks of the Immortal Regiment are marching.

March of the Immortal Regiment

1.
Hear me from the depths of time,
You are my dear, my legendary great-grandfather
And from above, looking at the world saved,
Find yourself among other names.

I proudly join the Immortal Regiment,
After all, the memory of you is sacred to the heart,
And remember the feat of every soldier
For the great-grandchildren of Victory it is the highest duty.

Chorus:

Immortal Regiment – our flame of victory


Immortal Regiment.

2.
Let the people of my country stand up.
Let them remember villages, cities, villages
Their heroes are righteous faces,
Full of great dignity.
So that their glory survives the centuries,
So that our children remember this,
So that they know the price of that holy Victory, –
Join the ranks of the Immortal Regiment!

Chorus:
Immortal regiment, you will live for centuries
Immortal Regiment – our flame of victory
The Immortal Regiment is immortal next to us
Immortal regiment, immortal regiment,
Immortal Regiment.

(M. Levashko, music. M. Dunaevsky)

Anthem of the Immortal Regiment

1.

We go out, old and young,
On Victory Day at the parade.
In honor of the heroes whose hearts
We fought proudly to the end!

Chorus:
Immortal Regiment, in one formation
Who is alive and who died in battle!
Immortal Regiment, in the words of the saints
Unity of the fallen and the living!

The Immortal Regiment lined up
And generals and soldiers!
Immortal regiment, everyone is equal in it
In the fight for the life and honor of the country!

The grandson carries a portrait in his hands,
His dead grandfather is there.
The grandfather in the photo is young,
The grandson is already gray-haired.

Chorus.

Names and orders!
The whole country came out with them.
And flows through the centuries
River of blessed memory!

(Words and music by M. Lazarev)

Immortal Regiment

In the immortal regiment me and my grandfather,
We march in formation, carrying the portrait.
In the photo there is a soldier -
My great-grandfather many years ago.

The family told me
Great-grandfather fought in the war,
How heroically he fought,
That he was awarded many times.

There has been no such terrible war for a long time.
There remains a portrait of my great-grandfather,
Which my grandfather and I carry,
And the memory of him is long.

(K. Vukolov ■ )

Immortal Regiment

Immortal Regiment throughout the country
Walking on Victory Day,
That's how we fight shoulder to shoulder
Our grandfathers walked.

In Russia every family
Remembers his heroes
And he will never forget
Their unparalleled feat.

The whole world was saved from evil spirits
Our heroes are our grandfathers
And we are proud of this feat
Heirs of victory.

They walk with portraits in their hands,
They carry their heroes,
That they gave their lives in battles,
Covering the whole world with yourself.

And it's time for all enemies to understand -
Our strength is in unity!
Nobody can break us
And Rus' is invincible!

(I. Butrimova ■ )

Immortal Regiment

The immortal regiment is marching across Russia

In Yalta, Krasnodar and Moscow.
The treasured portrait is carried in the hands of a loved one,
In Kaluga, Magadan, Bugulma.

Russia marches proudly in columns
And holds photographs of soldiers,
After all, each of them is a shrine for us,
Behind them are Kursk, Smolensk and Stalingrad.

Only then will we be invincible:
When in the ranks of the immortal regiment,
Let's all become one with the veterans
And we will glorify their feat for centuries!
(O. Vorotynsky)

Immortal Regiment

In trenches and trenches, in dugouts
The dead are still lying around to this day.
Not all of the dead have been recovered yet
From a land protected by the fallen.

Only one thing remained for them forever:
The regiment is listed as immortal.

Mother keeps a funeral for her son...
She was given the opportunity to grieve for him all her life.
And my husband came home from the war on crutches...
And how many of them died in the fields?!

Only one thing remained for them forever:
The regiment is listed in the Immortal!

Other days will disappear into oblivion.
But the lights will never go out -
As a tribute to human memory -
Fires of Victory over Holy Moscow!

And the memory will float through the centuries
In the ranks of the Immortal Regiment!
(Yu. Chichev ■ )

Immortal Regiment

I'm standing on Red Square,
It's like I'm a member too
From the people of the Immortal Regiment,
Saved the planet for centuries.
In one of the future centuries
I’ll smile at you, and I was like that.
But I’ll wave from the roof of the school,
Where I extinguish Hitler's bombs.
And my mother is one of the same people,
Of the singers who marched with the army,
And his voice was broken, but he
Left in the rustle of banners.
Her father ended up in the Gulag,
But he took the Reichstag invisibly,
And they didn’t bother anyone
Two diamonds torn from it.
He couldn’t understand his interrogation:
“Your comrade Tambov wolf!”
Get up, my grandfather, to the Immortal Regiment!
Great physicist and hero
Saved us from the third world war,
and there was whistling and howling at the Congress
Over the genius's head –
But his voice did not stop.
Rise, Sakharov, to the Immortal Regiment!
And Pasternak was disabled,
But he lived as his conscience told him to live.
Became a volunteer in the war
punched a hole in the wall with a novel,
and into this gap to the call of the Earth
The sixties are over!
Pushkin became a singer in that regiment,
All the faces of that regiment face,
And gave the people a goal,
Like a path glowing in a snowstorm
Above all poses and battles –
“...the peoples have forgotten their strife...”
...And Rus' will not dry up until
A great river flows
From the people of the Immortal Regiment...
(E. Yevtushenko)

Immortal Regiment

Leaving heaven for the duration of the march,
In old photographs in hands
Saviors, our holy ancestors,
They march in the ranks of the Immortal Regiment

Those who dreamed of a better life for us,
So that peace can be established for centuries,
Their souls are immortal with their descendants
They are marching in the ranks of the Immortal Regiment.

To continue your eternal life
Five of them will go beyond the clouds
Calm for us, shoulders straightened,
Members of the Immortal Regiment!

(Kh. Bedretdinov)

Immortal Regiment

The May city held its breath.
Even the bird choir fell silent for a while.

The Immortal Regiment walked with a steady step.

Private guards and marshals
They walked shoulder to shoulder in the same formation,
The survivors of that war and the fallen
For your dear Fatherland.

Faces within strict limits are unsmiling,
Their eyes look straight into your soul.
Such an unusual silence
They will not be disturbed by voices.

They walked, remaining in memory
Those who waited for them, believed and loved,
Who are these photos simple
Kept it reverently and carefully.

They walked through time and timelessness,
Peaceful hostages of war,
Generation torn out in blood
A radically changed country.

The huge world holds its breath,
And for a moment the military orchestra fell silent.
Under one Victory banner for all
The Immortal Regiment walked straight into eternity.
(T. Zhdanova)

Immortal Regiment!

There is a path from the dilapidated gate
Runs away, getting lost in the dust.
It's May again. In the 45th, victorious,
The gardens were also blooming.

Women came out to the gate,
We looked into the distance, full of hope,
Suddenly he turns onto his native path
A winner coming out of war.

The years rush by in a string of events.
The paths are overgrown with grass.
I still dream about the old house,
That the soldiers returned home.

May thunders with victorious marches,
The number of veterans is dwindling.
The grandchildren of the soldiers who did not come are older,
They stand in close formation again.

The immortal regiment moves quietly.
No time for titles. Soviet Soldier.
From photographs from the war era
The soldiers are looking at the city.

And the city rings with fanfare,
Fireworks can be heard.
This is what you, immortals, gave to us.
Remaining forever young.

(N. Kononova ■ )

Immortal Regiment

The stars are shining on the Kremlin,
And the fierce enemy fell silent.
Forward on the scorched earth
The Immortal Regiment is coming.

And let the years fly by like dust,
Our turn will come.
Faces and names are leaving,
But the regiment goes on and on...

Lines of ghostly soldiers,
Heroes and fathers,
Where is everyone, be they old or young,
He drove the scoundrels into the neck.

Everyone fought to the end
For the Motherland and honor.
Love and pain are in their hearts,
There is fire and revenge in the eyes.

They are only one day a year
The heavens throw
To see your homeland
And great-grandchildren's eyes.

Bares his teeth at people again
War is a cruel wolf,
And so that they remember her,
The Immortal Regiment is coming.

(N. Winner)

Immortal Regiment

Immortal Regiment! My grandfather is back in action again,
And the grandmother in the photo is young.
There were many victories in their life,
But only one Great, Holy.
Today, in every city in the country,
In the squares where Heroes are glorified,
They must be present among us,
And proudly march in one strong formation.
And even though this isn’t Berlin at all now,
And the tanks don't rumble on the paving stones,
Walk through the winners' parade
Their grandchildren gave them the opportunity again.
Memory rose like a mighty wall,
Shoulder to shoulder in the unity of generations
Today our Motherland has come together,
Without further ado and without any doubt.

Immortal Regiment! The way their eyes look
For those for whom all this was,
It's as if they want to say:
“Thank you for not forgetting.”
They would only know that it was not all in vain,
And their lives were not given in vain,
The Russian land lives and grows stronger,
The time of peace and harmony will come.

(T. Rubtsova)

From a Soldier of the Immortal Regiment

I was wounded and died in battle.
I came to you from afar.
To be in ranks among your own people,
In the ranks of the Immortal Regiment.

I feel a familiar look
And I hear sweet children's laughter.
More precious to me than my awards
See everyone in the live stream.

No wonder somewhere in the fields
The soldiers fell to the ground.
Acting bravely in battles,
They held on as best they could.

No wonder the blood flowed like a river,
And hearts beat tremblingly.
We all wanted to rest
Having reached the very end.

Thank you for the memory.
And even though my song is already sung,
I say thank you
With your smile from the portrait.

(M. Shaikhutdinov)

Immortal Regiment

Our grandfathers ended up in the immortal regiment.
They take a firm step, as it used to be.
They returned to the Victory Parade.
Once again the soul celebrates Victory Day.

Look, planet, here they are - heroes!
Learn, children, to love your homeland.
Victory Salute! Let's build peace together!
We cannot forget the covenants of our great-grandfathers!

Mother Russia! Your sons have risen!
Meet, spring, the heroes of that war.
The balls take off smoothly into the sky.
Today is a glorious holiday for the country.

The fighters are marching from an invisible front.
Wipe away your tears, daughters, mothers...
Living veterans! - Look how many there are!
Children and grandchildren carry portraits.

Fireworks roar, disturbing the skies.
Human joy is in the air of spring.
Fly, ring the sky with victory, song!
The Immortal Regiment returned from that war...

(R. Manukhina)

Immortal Regiment

Blooming spring under the blue sky
A wide, full-flowing river
The Immortal Regiment is marching across Russia!
Regiment of unforgettable human memory...
There are pilots, tank crews and infantry here,
Scouts, nurses, sailors,
There is no counting of their exploits for their Motherland,
And the righteous river has no end.

The war has passed. The dead are millions.
But we were able to win.
At least postmen knocked on every house
And mournful funerals were carried out.
Concentration camps. Burnt villages
Days of bitter suffering and adversity...
We defended ours! Our land!
The whole people united into one family.

And still involuntarily for some reason
The gaze sparkles with an unbidden tear,
When through time from war photos
Defenders of the Fatherland are watching.
Today we celebrate Victory Day,
And there is no end to the great human wave.
Here next to us are our great-grandfathers and grandfathers
They walk, having descended from heaven, across the Earth.

Portraits of adults and children are carried,
And the songs of that spring are heard everywhere.
The immortal regiment is marching across the planet!
So that there is no more war in the world...

(T. Varlamova ■ )

Immortal Regiment

Hear everyone - fascism does not sleep,
He prowls like a hungry wolf

Get up, get up, Immortal Regiment.
For our people, for our lands,
Rise up for battle, Immortal Regiment.

Chorus:
Worn in photographs
You are wearing front-line uniforms,
We pray to God for the dead,
For those who have become more alive than the living.

For that country that is no more beautiful
It is our sacred duty to fight,
For our Mother Russia,
Walk, walk, Immortal Regiment.
For our Mother Russia,
Move forward, Immortal Regiment.

So that bad weather wars do not come,
So that fascism is silent forever,

Live for centuries, Immortal Regiment.
For the Russian world, for our happiness,
Live in our hearts, Immortal Regiment.
(V. Marakhin ■ )