This song is called "davai za". The Chinese name is "For", also known as "Four-Leaf Clover". It is a well-known song in Russia. It is the most famous band in Russia, Lube, for Chechnya. Created by soldiers of the war. Lube's music is a typical Russian folk song. Most of its themes are singing about the motherland, with a deep love for the country and the land of Russia. Putin likes them very much, and he especially loves this song. Putin once went to watch their concerts in person, and even invited the band and all the concert staff to his vacation residence to celebrate them. And Putin will appear accompanied by this music in many public occasions. For example, on the night Medvedev was elected president last March, Putin walked out of the Kremlin accompanied by this song.
Chinese lyrics
Gray dark clouds cover the entire sky
Accompanying the sunrise until sunset
The rain hits the ground and sounds like a drum The sound
Nerves as tight as guitar strings
Time is frozen forever
We fire in all directions
Tanks , infantry, signal flares, and artillery were defeated by us
But we will be mobilized again, crowding forward to attack
Come, for life, come brother, let us live well< /p>
Come, for them, those who fight with you
Come, for life, never mind the hateful war
Remember them, those who fight with you Fighters
A gray sky hangs over our heads
The sky is covered with a thin layer of fog
We want to believe that everything is over< /p>
But my wounded comrade is beside me
You endure it, my dear brother.
You can't die now
You will live happily
You will fly in the sky like an innocent child
Come, for life, be brave Brothers, let us live well
Come, for them, those who are waiting for you at home
Come, for life, regardless of the hateful war
Remember them, those who are waiting for you at home
Come, for them, for us
For Siberia, for the Caucasus
For the cities far away from the dawn
We are going to dance at your wedding
For friends, for lovers
Come on, for you, for us
For Brothers on the front line, brothers on the border
For the national medal
Photos taken by my grandfather in Berlin forty-five years ago
Found in an old photo album< /p>
He was the commander of the Red Army at that time
The smell of grass
At dawn
Hands trampled by soldiers’ boots and feet
Groans from the bombed land
Come, for life
Come, for them
Come Let's do it for life
Let us remember those who have been with us