1. Russia Under the Mongolian Yoke
2. Song about Alexander Nevsky
Yes, ‘twas on the river Neva it occurred, On the Neva’s
stream, on the waters deep.
There we slew our foes’ pick of fighting men, Pick of
fighting men, army of the Swedes.
Ah, how we did fight, how we routed them! Yes, we
smashed their ships of war to kindling wood.
In the fight our red blood was freely shed, For our
great land, our native Russian land.
Where the broad axe swung was an open street, Through
their ranks ran a lane where the spear was thrust.
We mowed down the Swedes, the invading troops, Just like
feather-grass, grown on desert soil.
We shall never yield native Russian land. They who march
on Russ, shall be put to death.
Rise against the foe, Russian land arise! Rise, to arms,
arise, great town Novgorod!
3. The Crusaders in Pskov
As a foreigner, I expected my feet to be shod in
cymbals.
4. Arise, Ye Russian People
Arise to arms, ye Russian folk, in battle just, in the
fight to death;
arise ye, people free and brave defend our fair native
land!
To living warriors high esteem immortal fame to warriors
slain!
For native home, for Russian Soil, arise ye people,
Russian folk!
In our Russia great, in our native Russia no foe shall
live:
Rise to arms, arise, native mother Russia!
No foe shall march across Russian land, no foreign
troops shall raid Russia;
unseen are the ways to Russia, no foe shall ravage
Russian fields.
5. The Battle on the Ice
A foreigner, I expected my feet to be shod in
cymbals.
May the arms of the cross-bearers conquer! Let the enemy
perish!
6. Field of the Dead
I shall go across the snow-clad field, I shall fly above
the field of death.
I shall search for valiant warriors, my betrothed, my
stalwart youths,
Here lies one felled by a wild saber; there lies one
impaled by an arrow.
From their wounds blood fell like rain on our native
soil, on our Russian fields.
He who fell for Russia in noble death shall be blest by
my kiss on his eyes and to him,
brave lad, who remained alive, I shall be a true wife
and loving friend.
I’ll not be wed to a handsome man; earthly charm and
beauty fast fade and die.
I’ll be wed to the man who’s brave. Give ye heed to
this, brave warriors!
7. Alexander’s Entry into Pskov
In a great campaign Russia went to war.
Russia put down the hostile troops In our native land no
foe shall live.
Foes who come shall be put to death!
Celebrate and sing, native Mother Russia In our native
land foes shall never live,
Foes shall never see Russian towns and fields.
They who march on Russia shall be put to death.
Foes shall never see Russian towns and fields.
In our Russia great, in our native Russia no foe shall
live. Celebrate and sing, native Mother Russia.
To a fete in triumph all of Russian came. Celebrate,
rejoice, celebrate and sing, our Motherland!