My Army

"My Army" (Russian: Армия моя) is a Soviet marching song written in the Russian language, performed by the Alexandrov Ensemble. The lyrics were written by Soviet musician and composer Рафаэль Морицович Плаксин (Rafael Moritsovich Plaksin).[1][2][3] The music was composed by prolific Soviet composer Александр Александрович Абрамов (Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Abramov), in 1970.

A Persian language version of this song is also adopted by the National Liberation Army, the armed wing of the People's Mujahedin of Iran.[4]


Cyrillic/Russian[5] Transliteration English

Если на Отчизну нагрянет беда,
Позовёт солдата труба.
Армия моя, ты на страже всегда!
Ты - моя любовь и судьба!

Обыкновенная, судьба нелёгкая военная.
Любовь суровая, но верная.
Готовы мы на ратный труд.
Мы все испытаны ни раз, ни два боями-маршами.
Мы от солдата и до маршала - одна семья!

Наш Октябрь с нами в походном строю!
С нами песни красных бойцов,
Первый день войны, и победный салют,
И судьба погибших отцов...


Мчатся наши годы,
Но жизнь молода!
И поёт как прежде труба.
Армия моя, ты на страже всегда!
Ты - моя любовь и судьба!


Yesli na Otchiznu nagryanet beda,
Pozovyot soldata truba,
Armiya moya, ty na strazhe vsegda!
Ty - moya lyubov' i sud'ba

Obyknovennaya, sud'ba nelyogkaya voyennaya.
Lyubov' surovaya, no vernaya.
Gotovy my na ratnyj trud.
My vse ispytany ni raz, ni dva boyami-marshami.
My ot soldata i do marshala - odna sem'ya!

Nash Oktyabr' s nami v pohodnom stroyu!
S nami pesni krasnikh boitsov.
Pervyj den' voiny, i pobednyj salyut,
I sud'ba pogibshikh otsov...


Mchatsya nashi gody,
No zhizn' moloda!
I poyot kak prezhde truba.
Armiya moya, ty na strazhe vsegda!
Ty - moya lyubov' i sud'ba!


If trouble suddenly breaks out in the Motherland,
A soldier will sound the trumpet
My army — forever you guard the frontier!
You, my heart, and fate above all!

A weight upon destiny for those in the military
Love is harsh but true as true can be
We're all ready for military service
We all! We all have seen our share,

Our share of battle marches and declare!
We, from the soldier to the marshal, are all one family

Our October with us in marching formation!
With our songs about Red soldiers
The first day of the war and the victory fireworks
And the fate of our dead fathers...


Life remains young as we dash through the years
The trumpets never cease their call
My army — you're always on guard!
You, my heart, and fate above all!


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