Kaskad - Alarm Again (English subs) / Группа Каскад - Опять тревога (текст)

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Romanized russian lyrics:
Opi͡atʹ trevoga, opi͡atʹ my nochʹi͡u vstupaem v boĭ.
Kogda zhe dembelʹ i͡a matʹ uvizhu i dom rodnoĭ.
Kogda zabudu kak polykhai͡ut v ogne doma.
Zdesʹ v nas streli͡ai͡ut, zdesʹ kak i prezhde idet voĭna

V glukhom ushchelʹe, za perevalom opi͡atʹ strelʹba.
Ostalosʹ troe lezhatʹ na kamni͡akh, vedʹ smertʹ glupa
A mozhet zavtra meni͡a takai͡a zhe zhdet sudʹba.
Zdesʹ v nas streli͡ai͡ut, zdesʹ kak i prezhde idet voĭna...

A utrom rano naĭdut ubitykh sredi kamneĭ,
I smolknut li͡udi, schitai͡a gibelʹ vinoĭ svoeĭ,
I vse uznai͡ut chto ėtoĭ nochʹi͡u prishla beda...
Zdesʹ vse streli͡ai͡ut, zdesʹ kak i prezhde idet voĭna...

Pesok raskalen pali͡ashchim solnt͡sem za shestʹdesi͡at
I struĭki pota so lba stekai͡ut, glaza rebi͡at
I khotʹ vo fli͡age vody ostalosʹ na polglotka,
Zdesʹ v nas streli͡ai͡ut, zdesʹ kak i prezhde idet voĭna...

V li͡udeĭ streli͡aet kak po misheni moi͡a ruka,
Zabyli-b li͡udi k cherti͡am vse voĭny na vse veka,
I vot my nochʹi͡u tropoĭ lozhbinnoĭ idem v gorakh,
I my vernemsi͡a, no vsezh, kogo-to ostaviv tam.

Uzh bolʹshe goda v Afganistane, i vot vesnoĭ,
Prishel moĭ dembelʹ, i i͡a vernulsi͡a k sebe domoĭ.
Svoeĭ devchonke ot schastʹi͡a pʹi͡anyĭ vzgli͡anu v glaza
Zdesʹ ne streli͡ai͡ut, a tam kak prezhde idet voĭna.

Nu chto rebi͡ata nalʹem bokaly za tekh parneĭ
Kto otdal zhizni voimi͡a schastʹi͡a drugikh li͡udeĭ.
Kto ne uvidit za t͡sinkom groba rodnui͡u matʹ.
Za tekh rebi͡ata komu dostalosʹ v zemle lezhatʹ.

Kto ne uvidit za t͡sinkom groba rodnui͡u matʹ
Za tekh rebi͡ata komu dostalosʹ v zemle lezhatʹ...
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The quality of the audio really adds to the atmosphere.

heisenberg
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Это до сих пор самое душевное исполнение этой песни!

Wanderer_new
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"I shoot at people as if they were targets, with my own hands"
"Forgotten people, to hell with all wars, throughout the ages"

This hits diffirently now

muhammadfadhiil
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Youtube started recommending me the hell out of the music you've been sharing and now all I've been listening to as of late is Soviet/Russian Rock and Afghan/Chechen war music. The shit slaps so hard ngl. The biggest issue I've been having is finding much of it in their original arrangements and by the original artists on Spotify. Regardless you're doing God's work my guy so keep at it because this stuff is amazing. o7

ChronicTaxEvader
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Christ, 3:25 when the organ goes into that negative melody encore twice and then the casualty officer/ soldier is ‘soldering’ the Zinc 200 Cargo coffin sends absolute chills down my spine and then the verse about ‘mothers never getting to see their sons through those ‘zinc coffins’. As I’m sure many of them are badly mangled and then the return flight on the ‘black Tulip’ does not spell a smooth transit and preservation of the body. Shit has me absolutely shook. Love this song.

littlehandsgivescovfefe
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Прекрасно, вроде поют обычные солдаты. На каком уровне было образование, что они смогли в стихе перенести все тягости и кошмар той войны, будучи просто пацанами. Без мата, без излишеств. Спасибо хозяину канала. Низкий поклон

DVfromDV
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Good old omnistar did my request
Thank you very much for listening to your fans.
Great work timing the visuals with the lyrics, gives more immersion into the song

sovietrussia
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This song is so good, excellent lyrics and instrumental couple.

This is a piece of Authentical Art.
Russians have a wonderful culture.

franciscomercado
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Любимая песня моего отца воевавшего в Афганистане, Я воевавший в Чечне, Мой сын сейчас в Сирии.Может хватит.Стоит опомниться

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Only those who come from the war know the true price of the war. To the many sleepless nights filled with flashbacks and screaming veterans waking themselves up with tears. To the best of us, who never came home & to the heroes in the helicopter and recon divisions. To the lost family and friends, to the true price of war. Sacrifice isn't only necessary for freedom, mourning is as well, for we pay just as much as our brothers in uniform did. Виват, Sovietski. Виват

cannabub
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What a cool song, kinda an unusual melody for such a sad song :)

marshalondro
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Definitely one of my favorites. Very bleak and very twisted, especially with the lofi quality.

kalinkov
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I love this quality, it adds to the song.

ald
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2:10 This punches me in the heart, its like he's in a shell shocked trance and is in despair about how much death he causes but can't do anything because its become instinct at this point

HoChiMeme
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i always come back to this video at my lowest

kalioma
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When you begin thinking about the guys that appear on the video you ask yourself if they’re alive and right, thinking about the fact that their appearance on the tape might have been some of their last moments on earth, also watching the coffins, not only the zinc ones but the others that are like wood crates, hits hard thinking that those guys had a mother and a family and even though they have been resting 30-40 years ago, you can’t stop thinking about that you are seeing a corpse, one of a human inside a wooden or metallic crate, who is probably forgotten to the wrath of war.

Artyom_Ibushkin
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Definitely one of my new favorite songs, thanks for your hard work!

mazinkaiser
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Well, that settles it.

I've found my new favorite channel. Keep it up, this is good!

asierra
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new comment, just wanted to add how many elements are in this song. The treatment and thoughts behind the war treated so carelessly with care, such as "here like before, there is war" sounding as if the soldiers were just doing their duty to then a somber line with them describing their fallen comrades. And on top of the beat sounding like a clock continuing along, man this song means something else.

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2:10 hits really hard and is truly poetic. The voice of anger in his voice and the act of his hands he cant control because he needs to do what has to be done in order to survive in this hell.

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