Cannon Fodder Plamenev (Павел Пламенев)

I see the dream with my eyes barely closed
And hear the voice; it’s fully dream-composed

I am a usual soldier
I’m just a cannon fodder;
The voice’s becoming louder;
I’ll make my final stand!
In my dream Ivan the Terrible
Looks grim and imperial;
He gifted all Siberia
To loved Russian land!

I hear the guns of mighty Baltic Fleet
And battle drums fill Northern lands with heat

I am a usual soldier
I’m just a cannon fodder;
The voice’s becoming louder;
I’ll make my final stand!
In my dream the Great emperor
Peter is unforgettable;
He led you ahead to Europe
My loved Russian Land!

The Nazi flag’s like shadow in the skies;
It floods the land with blood and painful cries