Red Route I

Holodna hmoora
Cold, hard, empty
Eemruchnoh v’doosheh
Light that has left me
Kak mohg znat ya shtoh tee oomriosh?
How could I know that you would die?
Do svidonia, byehreg rodnoy
Farewell again, our dear land
Kak nam troodnag pridstahvit shtoh eto nyeh sohn
So hard for us to imagine that it’s real, and not a dream
Rodina, dom radnoy
Motherland, native home
Do svidonia Rodina
Farewell, our Motherland
Ay. Avepakhod, avepakhod, nass val nahmarskaya zhdyot nyehdazh dyotsyah
Let’s go; the sea is waiting for us
Nass zah vootmarskaya dah, ee preeboy!
The vastness of the sea is calling to us, and the tides!
Salute otsam ee nashem dedum
Hail to our fathers and forefathers
Zahvietum eekh fsigdah vierney
We are faithful to the covenant made with the past
Tepierre nichtoh, nee astanoivit
Now nothing can stop
Pabiedney shark, radnoy straney
Our Motherland’s victorious march
Tiy pliyvee, pliyvee bestrashna
Sail on fearlessly
Gordest say viernykh marieye
Pride of the Northern Seas
Revoluytziye nadezhdah sgoostk vierif sekh luydeye
Hope of the Revolution, you are the burst of faith of the people
The last two stanzas repeat a couple of times, then…
V’oktyabreh, v’oktyabreh
In October, in October
Rahpar tu ium miy nashe pabiediy
We report our victories to you, our Motherland
V’oktyabreh, v’oktyabreh
Novie meeir fahli numnashy dehidiy
And to the heritage left by you for us