The "really true" story of Jamaican Space Travel... : "The joint of no return, fly up for your right!"English came natural for all of us, with all the G.I.s around, here one that every English speaker will understand: Those guys were super creative, fun to be with, using every bit of new tech that came out (employing vid style of the upcoming music stations), did cross overs in the ´90s, like with reggae, here with a famous German singer who was unable to follow the script and could not move his lips synchrone, as the subtitles state various times, from `96, "All we are smoking!/Smoke on the water!/Give me dope, Joana!":
Leaving It Up To You - Dale and Grace | |
Frankly, I don't know! :-(
It's some Russian/Soviet tune with amale choir used in the movie "The Hunt For The Red October" among others...
I'd sure like to know what it's called, but as I said, I don't have the slightest clue.
Holodna, hmura...
I mrachna v dushe
Kak mog znat' ya, shto ti umryosh'?
Da svidania, bereg radnoy!
Kak nam trudna predstavit', shto eto nye son'...
Rodina -- dom radnoy,
Da svidania, rodina!
Ai! I v pohod i v pohod
Nas volna marskaya zdyot nye dazhdyotsya.
Nas zavut marksaya dal' i priboy!
Salyut otsam i nashim dedam
Zavyetam ikh vsegda verni.
Teper' nishto nye astanovit
Pabedniy shag radnoy strainii.
Ti plivi, plivi besstrashna,
Gordast' Severnih Maryey,
Revolyutsii nadeshda,
Sgustok vyeri vseh lyudey.
V oktyabre, v oktyabre,
Raportuyem mi nashi pabedi!
V oktyabre, v oktyabre,
Noviy mir dali nam nashi dedi!
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rPsL2WVhFCc"]Basil Poledouris - Hymn To Red October - YouTube[/ame]Cold, overcast...
And my soul is filled with despair.
How could I know that you would die?
Until I see you again (≈ Good Bye), native shore!
How difficult for us to realize that this is not a dream...
Motherland - native home,
Until I see you again , motherland!
Hey! Take to the sea! Take to the sea!
The sea's waves await but will not wait forever!
The distances of the sea and the breakers beckon us.
Salute our fathers and our grandfathers-
We will always be faithful to our oath to them.
Now there is nothing that can halt
The victorious advance of our native country.
You sail on, sail on fearlessly,
Pride of the Northern Seas
Hope of the Revolution,
The solidifier of the faith of all the people.
In October, in October,
We will report out victory!
In October, in October,
A new world was given to us by our grandfathers!
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