Red Route I - Basil Poledouris

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