Память [Pamyatʹ] [English translation]

Moonlight illuminates the field.

I have one chained memory.

I try to remember it for an eternity and hear the wind whisper and stones groan.

Part from time its mysteries.

Tell me about your secrets.

I am broken into infinity and my pieces fly towards his memory.

Here I am on the field; I fight on the battlefield like a god, like a hero.

Naked to the waist with a horse beneath me, anger and courage beside me.

The sun is setting, but the Great Russia is not afraid of an army of darkness.

We will fight, we will fight, we will not ask for mercy

Ooh, I have not forgotten

Of those who were there

Yes, it was a time not washed away, my blood - my guide.

The memory awoke anger which penetrated my mind.

Remember, with me, the fallen heroes, but years pass them.

Next to me on the battlefield… no, do not forget.

Ooh, I have not forgotten

Of those who were there

Yes, I remember them; the three brothers, still remember how I died.

The pain and sorrow of the death caused by arrows and sword after saving himself.

Yes, I remember the pain and the cold and the fire; you try to remember me with everything.

I am born from battle! Only the wind accuses me as it wanders the prairie.

Here again, slashing, meeting with death; it is with me forever.

Already close to the evening - the precursor of the night, and the snow circles in a blizzard.

Shells exploding… the enemy troops… hear the terrible sound of the alarm.

To hell with awards, to hell with arm bush; I'm here, I'm a Russian soldier.

Ooh, I have not forgotten

Of those who were there

Yes, I remember them; the three brothers, still remember how I died.

The pain and sorrow of the death caused by arrows and sword after saving himself.

Yes, I remember the pain and the cold and the fire; you try to remember me with everything.

I am born from battle! Only the wind accuses me as it wanders the prairie.

Ooh, I have not forgotten

Of those who were there

Yes, I remember them; the three brothers, still remember how I died.

The pain and sorrow of the death caused by arrows and sword after saving himself.

Yes, I remember the pain and the cold and the fire; you try to remember me with everything.

I am born from battle! Only the wind accuses me as it wanders the prairie…

• Artist:Arktida
• Album:Помни