Сергей Тимошенко - Плечом к плечу
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Grandma was casting a spell with candle wax.
Grandpa was harnessing the cart before the journey.
So that the uncles, working in the forest, wouldn't wilt.
Aunts baked them lingonberry pies.
Older brothers walked tiredly from the hayfield.
The wind wove ribbons through the younger sisters' braids.
A loaf of bread won't go sour with good dough.
Relatives are stronger only when they're all together.

If someone comes to us with a sword,
Let's stand shoulder to shoulder.
I shout the battle cry.
Let's stand shoulder to shoulder.

I remember how my father stood, saddled his horse.
His beard was all gray from the cold.
He picked me up in his arms and smiled.
He went off to war and never returned.
Time flew by, the children grew up.
And now we're dressed for battle.
We sacredly preserve the traditions of war.
Fireweed, chamomile, thyme, and mint.

If from the south. Enemies will attack us
Our shirts are woven on iron
History has always been cruel to those
Who didn't expect their guests from the east
If regiments come out of the west to feast
It's unlikely they'll be welcomed here with bread and salt
Lest victory seem easier to them
We'll greet them, as is fitting, in the oak grove

It so happens that only from the north are our lands protected
By the Arctic Ocean
Century after century, life has befallen
Our fatherland to stand as a besieged fortress
Like our fathers, they perished in the deadly cold
Lest we fall to our knees in servitude
Let us draw the enemy's hordes upon ourselves
We'll become entwined with our bones within our borders before him