Alexander Nevsky: Cantata (1938-39)

Vstavaitye, lyudi russkiye,
na slavny boi, na smyertny boi;
vstavaitye, lyudi vol'niye,
za nashu zyemlyu chestnuyu!
Zhivym boitsam pochot i chest',
a myertvym slava vyechnaya!
Za otchii dom, za russkii krai,
vstavaitye, lyudi russkiye!

Na Rusi rodnoi, na Rusi bol'shoi
nye byvat' vragu:
Podnimaisa, vstan', mat' rodnaya Rus'!

Vragam na Rus' nye khazhivat',
polkov na Rus' nye vazhivat',
putyei na Rus' nye vidyvat',
polyei Rusi nye taptyvat'.

Arise, ye Russian people,
to glorious battle, to a battle to the death:
arise, ye free people,
to defend our beloved country!
All honour to the warriors who live,
and eternal glory to those slain!
For our native home, our Russian land,
arise, ye Russian people!

In our native Russia, our great Russia,
no enemy shall remain.
Arise, to arms, native mother Russia!

The enemy shall not march through Russia,
its regiments shall not stay on Russian soul,
it will not find its way across Russia,
the enemy shall not ravage Russian fields.