Prince Andrei Kurbsky
of Yaroslav?
The oak trees, the oaks!
On their boughs,
the turtle doves
sit nestling there!
Lullay, lullay, lullay
Kiss each other! Kiss!
Why are the bells of Moscow
ringing so loudly?
The citizens have gone wild
with joy!
Lullay, lullay, lullay
they are cooing to each other
Kiss each other!
Kiss each other!
Kiss each other!
Kiss! Kiss!
Lullay, lullay, lullay
Kiss each other!
Why are my best friends
so sad today?
Tsar, the people have a saying
that marriage is the end
of friendship
And what does Fyodor Kolychev
say?
Tsar, you break with tradition
I foresee trouble
I don't dare go against my Tsar
but I can't follow
in his footsteps
Let me take holy orders
You prefer the heavenly
to the earthly king?
Very well, I shall not stand
between you and Him
Go, and pray for us sinners
I only ask one thing of you:
Do not abandon us
if misfortune strikes
If I need you, answer my call!
The people are rising
They are shouting against
the Glinskys and the Zakharins
burning and pillaging
and marching on the palace
demanding to see the Tsar!
Heigh!
To the Tsar!
Moscow is in flames!
Let the people enter
The Tsar!
The Tsar is bewitched!
By the Tsarina's family
The Glinskys, the Zakharins
have bewitched him!
Bewitched him!
Justice against the
Tsarina's family!
Justice against
the Glinskys and Zakharins!
They tear the hearts from
the breasts of the people!
They sprinkle our houses
with human blood!
The blood bursts into flame
and burns the houses
The houses burn!
Moscow is horribly bewitched!
The bells are crashing down
from the steeples!
Witchcraft, you say?
Bells falling without reason?
A head which believes in
witchcraft is itself like a bell
empty!
And can a head fall off...
all by itself?
In order to fall,
it has to be cut
It is just the same with bells
Those who, without the Tsar's
orders cut the ropes
which support the bells, will
have their own heads cut off -
this time on the Tsar's orders
The Tsar is pretty sharp
There's no pulling the wool
over his eyes
We shall cut off heads
ruthlessly
to weed out the treason of
the boyars to the very roots
A Tsar can only rule if
he holds the reins
A State without reins is
as uncontrollable
as a horse without a bridle
But he who ranges himself
at the side of the Tsar
will be rewarded... he will
rejoice in the Tsar's bounty
and the admiration of
our soldiers
Do not dare, Prince,
even to dream
I am dedicated to a high cause
A loyal slave
of the Tsar of Moscow
Our lands are vast and rich...
but disorder is everywhere
But we ourselves will set
our house in order
without appealing
to outside help
We ourselves! Ourselves!
We will crush treachery!
We will crush it!
And we will help the workers,
the shopkeepers, the craftsmen!
We will help them!
Three Tartar envoys from Kazan
insist on seeing the Tsar
From Kazan? Tell them
to come in at once
Kazan break off her friendship
with Moscow
Kazan terminate her alliance
We declare war on Moscow
Kazan... great
Moscow... small
Moscow hasn't a chance
Our great Khan send this present
Russian Tsar want no shame.
Russian Tsar end his own life
God is my witness that
we did not want war
But the time has passed
when insolent foreigners
can invade Muscovite territory
with impunity
And this dagger will strike down
whoever raises his hand
against Moscow
We will finish with Kazan
once and for all
It is we who will go to Kazan
To Kazan!
To Kazan!
To Kazan!
Listen, Khan!
It is Kazan which is small...
and Moscow
which is great
To Kazan!
You will command the first
regiment
To Kazan!
To Kazan!
To Kazan!
To Kazan!
Misery
Misery, sorrow,
The Tartar Steppes
The unclaimed coins at the end
of the battle
will indicate the number
of our losses
One... two... heave!
The tunnel can now
be packed with gunpowder
At last! After a