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I might sound cliché, but I really like this song (because we have a singer who performs it live, and it's very beautiful). Victory Day, how far it was from us, Like an ember fading in a dying fire. There were miles, scorched and covered in dust, We brought this day closer, as best we could. This Victory Day Smells of gunpowder, This is a holiday With gray hair at the temples. This is joy With tears in our eyes. Victory Day! Victory Day! Victory Day! Days and nights by the open-hearth furnaces Our Motherland did not close her eyes. Days and nights, we fought a difficult battle – We brought this day closer, as best we could. This Victory Day Smells of gunpowder, This is a holiday With gray hair at the temples. This is joy With tears in our eyes. Victory Day! Victory Day! Victory Day! Hello, mother, not all of us returned... I would run barefoot through the dew. We marched across half of Europe, half of the Earth, We brought this day closer, as best we could. This Victory Day Smells of gunpowder, This is a holiday With gray hair at the temples. This is joy With tears in our eyes. Victory Day! Victory Day! Victory Day! Happy Holiday!