Brest FortressesLyrics & music by ILyas Autov / Translated by Lizz ZakharoffWe were not carried by storm,We have opened gates by ourselves.Even those who have hurt us till bleedingWere offered to live in peace.They were amazedThat we were so carelessAnd have taken artificial guiltOn our humble shoulders.Huge guilt was imposed on usBy arrogant European standards:It is our Asian mixAnd our Cyclopian scale…Continuing to penetrate into our houses,This highly-experienced foreign landHas started nibbling our roots –Since without roots it’s easier to negotiate.It has eaten our scientists and doctors,It has strangled cinematograph,It has gnawed the teachersAnd geographer has drunk away his globe.It has gnawed holes in brain,To implement clobber inside.Our will was completely destroyedAnd our memory was holed as well.And when they startedTo call us “stupid absurdity” in our face,I decided something’s got to giveAnd turned into Brest fortress.On a sliver of MotherlandI have become robust in all-round defense,For the occupants not to be ableTo trample this land,For our children not to be givenIn slavery of their babel culture.If only I could go to the war earlier!But we were cunningly cheated.The world jigged to the enemy’s tune,And betrayers were all on clover,Nazis’ horns got stronger,And blessed fools joined them in singing.And it seemed it is just one step to abyss,And when this abyss opened up,Our Motherland’s flag sailed up into the clouds –It was one more fortress struggling!And others were also struggling far off,All in smoke, but full of life.Thus, not all were got downBy “do-gooders” of our Motherland.And then I got it: give us some timeAnd we will sweep evil spirits away!Our people cannot be reduced to dust,They can only be reduced to gunpowder.God forbid you to go with weapon to themAnd check this powder’s strength, -They do not beat enemy by ones,They throw them down in graves like Reich.But this lesson did not do good,And just in two generations,New Reich started blooming at doorWanting tribute and obedience.How many times shall we explain to the fools,And repeat our grandfathers’ words:All accounts are paid in fullOn the Great 9th of May!So, again we shall explain to the fools,And repeat our grandfathers’ words:We will always pay your any accountsOn the Great 9th of May!