YA Pesnyu Poyu v Luchezarnom Kremle

S kazaxskogo perevel K. ALTAJSKIJ.	translated from Kazakh by K. ALTAISKY
Kak s bratom ya vstretilsya snova s toboj	Like with a brother I met you again
Lyubimyj narodom Kalinin rodnoj!	My dear Kalinin, loved by the people!
Ko mne Kaganovich tulpara* poslal	Kaganovich sent to me a "tulpar"*
Dzhambul na tulpare v Moskvu priskakal	Dzhambul galloped to Moscow on the "tulpar"
I pesnyu zapel v luchezarnom Kremle.	And sang a song in the radiant Kremlin.
Pust' pesnya moya proletit po zemle,	Let my song fly forth over the land,
Ya solnechoj rodiny dar prinimayu,	I receive a gift of the sunny motherland,
Ya Lenina orden k grudi prizhimayu,	I press the Order of Lenin to my breast,
Svyashchennyj podarok lyubimoj strany.	A sacred gift of a beloved country.
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Pust' pesnya do solnca dojdet, do luny,	Let the song go up to the sun, to the moon,
Sverkaya, kak ix zolotye luchi,	Sparkling, like their golden rays,
Pust' radost'yu kazhdoe serdce stuchit!	Let it strike every heart with joy!
Ya prozhil stolet'e, ya veku rovesnik,	I have lived a hundred years, I am old as a century,
Ya vmeste s narodom poyu svoi pesni,	I sing my song together with the people,
O stalinskoj pravde, chto s-chast'e dala	Of Stalinist justice, which gave happiness
Stepyam, vymiravshim ot rabstva i zla,	To the steppes, dying from slavery and evil,
O stalinskoj pravde, ch'ya vechnaya sila	Of Stalinist justice, whose eternal strength
I pesni i yunost' moyu voskresila.	Resurrected my songs and my youth.
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O svetloj, kak solnce vo vremya vosxoda,	Of bright, like the sun at the time of rising,
Nemerknushchej stalinskoj druzhbe narodov,	Unfading Stalinist friendship of peoples,
O stalinskom slove, chto v more ne tonet,	Of Stalinist speech, which does not sink in the ocean
O stalinskom solnechnom mudrom zakone,	Of the sunny, wise, Stalinist law,
V kotorom za kazhdoyu bukvoj legli	In which, behind every letter, lay
Mechty i nadezhy narodov zemli,	The dreams and hopes of the peoples of the land
V kotorom za kazhdoyu bukvoj vstaet	In which, behind every letter, will rise
Bessmertnyj velikij sovetskij narod.	An immortal, great Soviet people.
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Ya pesnyu poyu v luchezarnom Kremle,	I sing a song in the radiant Kremlin,
Pust' klyatvoyu pesnya letit po zemle.	Let the song fly over the land as a pledge.
Poka nad vselennoyu solnce gorit,	While the sun burns over the universe,
Poka moya sila, kak more, kipit,	While my strength, like the ocean, boils,
Poka moe serdce, kak berkut, parit,	While my heart like an eagle soars,
Ya pesni svoi ne ustanu slagat'	I will not stop composing my songs
Tebe, moya svetlaya rodina-mat',	To you, my brilliant motherland,
Tebe, moix radostnyx dum vdoxnovitel' --	And to you, inspirer of my joyful thoughts--
Moj Stalin velikij, otec i uchitel'!	My great Stalin, father and teacher!

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