Soviet Patriotic Song - Native Homeland / Родная страна (Lyrics & English Subtitle)

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Audio source:    • Иосиф Кобзон - Родная страна  

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Lyrics:
За этот мир платили мы в боях
Ценой немалою, большой ценою:
Четыре страшных года на плечах
Пронёс не кто-нибудь, а мы с тобою.

Припев:
Недаром, недаром во все времена
Победа приходит в сраженьи.
Родная Отчизна, родная страна,
Мы славим твоё возрожденье!
Родная страна!

Какою было радостью тогда
Послевоенною дышать весною,
На пепелище хлеб и города
Растил не кто-нибудь, а мы с тобою.

Припев.

Нам голос нашей совести велит
Не знать усталости, не знать покоя,
Ведь целый мир с надеждою глядит
Не на кого-нибудь – на нас с тобою.

Припев.

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English Translation:
For this world we paid in battle’s fire
At no small price — a heavy, bitter cost:
Four dreadful years upon our shoulders
Were borne not by just anyone, but by you and me.

Chorus:
Not in vain, not in vain through all the ages
Victory is born in the clash of arms.
Beloved Motherland, beloved homeland,
We praise your rebirth!
Beloved homeland!

What joy it was, in postwar days
To breathe the spring once more in peace,
From ashes raising bread and cities
Not by just anyone, but by you and me.

Chorus.

The voice of conscience calls us still
To know no weariness, to know no rest,
For all the world looks on with hope
Not at just anyone — but at you and me.

Chorus.