LYRICS
My father was a musician in Stalingrad
During the German occupation
The sound of his violin
Filled the air with magnificent music
Korsakov, Stasov, many of the great nationalist composers
To my countrymen, it was a symbol of hope
To the Germans, it was a symbol of defiance
Even now, his music still haunts me
The Nazis slit his throat while he slept
Collaborating with any Nazi is a betrayal
A betrayal against all of Mother Russia
Dragovich and Kravchenko were not troubled by such matters
It was a symbol of hope
My father was a musician in Stalingrad
During the German occupation
The sound of his violin
Filled the air with magnificent music
It was a symbol of hope