10 Soviet songs for children for the May holidays

Pine country The sun comes up. The native mother is waiting for her son on her porch.

We have included lyrics, music videos, and chord charts for songs written for Victory Day and today’s May 1 holiday in the selection. These songs convey the desire for harmony and peace among people.

While some are appropriate for young children, others are better suited for school-aged children.

Katyusha

M. Isakovsky and M. Blanter

Pear and apple trees were in full bloom, and fog hovered over the river. Katyusha ventured to the shore, reaching the steep bank and the high bank. Twice

She went outside and began singing a song about the gray steppe eagle. Regarding the person she cherished and whose correspondence she preserved. Twice

Oh, you’re singing a girly song. Fly toward the bright sun and the soldier at the far side of the border. Send her Katyusha’s best wishes. Twice

Allow him to recall a modest girl, Allow him to listen to her sing, let him defend his homeland, and Katyusha will guard love. Twice

Pear and apple trees were in full bloom, and fog hovered over the river. Katyusha ventured to the shore, reaching the steep bank and the high bank. Twice

Let"s give the globe to children!

Nazim Hikmet and David Tukhmanov

Let’s gift the globe to kids, if only for a day or so. Let them play with it, just like they would with a bright, festive gift, and let them sing songs under the stars.

Give the globe to kids; at least give it to them for a day so they can play with it in safety. Let’s play with it and sing songs under the stars. Let’s play with it.

Give the globe to kids; just like you would give an apple. Give them carte blanche, if only for a single day. Let’s gift the world to kids, just like we would warm bread. Give them enough food for at least one day.

Let at least one day the world come to understand what trust is. Let at least one day the world come to understand what trust is.

Let’s present the kids with the globe so they can enjoy it. Give it to them to play with amid the soaring stars.

Give them a day or so to learn about the world and the governing bodies. At the very least, let Earth’s day discover who is in charge.

Let’s toss a ball to the ground; we’ll give it a day or more. The earth’s ball will be taken from our hands, and immortal trees will be planted. Children will receive an earthly ball from us.

Let’s toss a ball to the ground; we’ll give it a day or more.

My father was a soldier

Kryuchkov, b. Yu. Chichkov

As a soldier, my father cherished Balagui. ACTOMATE AND FORING Above the field, he froze. On bronze, three cloves flaming with illumination. For me, birches, birches They discuss my father.

He moved to answer the question of who would go. He nodded in agreement when they said he would die. Smushka vanished from their eyes, and their expression hardened to read, "We die once, but we defeat our enemies."

My father was an infantryman in the military. He is a guardian-guard. The way to triumph found. Granite washed by silver dew. Father says to me, through the winter and the spring.

As though to inquire, "Well, how you live a son? Will you enter the fire when it breathes in your face? Are you stuck when the darkest hour arrives, or not? We only pass away once, but we have overcome death!

As a soldier, my father enjoyed telling jokes. He froze over the field for all eternity with a machine gun. Night gives way to day, arguing with winters of spring. Hear, Birches, what I was saying to my father.

I’ll enter the fire when they order me to move forward. I promise not to fail when it is my turn. I will battle my father when the Fatherland gives the order. Although we have lived for hundreds of years, we only die once.

Stork on the roof

Tukhmanov D. and Poperechny A.

What location was it? What time was it? when you were a child? Or in a dream, perhaps? In the spring, a stork on the roof built a nest for his sweetheart. In my far-off wanderings, I seemed to see him as a representation of genuine love. Please, people, don’t accidentally frighten the stork.

Please, everyone, keep quiet! Keep quiet! Let the battles vanish into the night! Peace on Earth, a stork on the roof, a stork on the roof. Peace on Earth, a stork on the roof, a stork on the roof.

A nest with a baby stork is watched over by a stork on the roof, day and night. And there’s a girl under the roof of that house, waiting for happiness. People in Berlin, Paris, and New York trust me, and each other. Happiness on Earth and beneath the roof: a stork perched on a roof.

I implore you all to keep quiet! Keep quiet! Let the battles vanish into the night! Peace on Earth, a stork on the roof, a stork on the roof. Peace on Earth, a stork on the roof, a stork on the roof.

Eh, the roads.

Novikov A., Oshanin L.

Roads, huh? fog and dust, Anxiety and cold Steppe weeds, indeed. You never know what the future holds; perhaps you’ll spread your wings in the middle of the steppes. Dust from fields and steppes whirls beneath boots. And everywhere there are flames Indeed, the bullets whistle.

Roads, huh? Anxiety, cold, and fog Steppe weeds, indeed. There will be a shot, A raccoon circles. Your weed-growing companion Deadly falsehoods.

And the road hurtles forward, accumulating dust and whirling. And foreign land is smoking all over the planet.

Roads, huh? Steppe weeds, dust and fog, cold, and worries. Pine country The sun comes up. On my native’s porch A woman is holding out for her son. And all the while, on fields and steppes, everyone is watching over us Native eyes.

Roads, ah. Steppe weeds, dust and fog, cold, and anxiety. Wind or snow? Friends, let’s not forget. We cannot forget that these roads are for us.

Fly, doves

Isaac Dunaevsky and Mikhail Matusovsky

1 Soar, doves, soar; there are no barriers in your path. Doves, spread Our greetings to all peoples on the planet.

Let the clouds be black in the sky and let the wind sigh over the land. A storm won’t pull you off the road, and a kite won’t catch you midair.

2 For the sake of contentment and liberty Doves, fly forward. The nations view your quick flight with hope.

Doves, take flight. From the threatening darkness to the dawn’s rays. Doves, raise your voices for peace and labor on Earth.

Let there always be sunshine

Oshanin Lev and Ostrovsky Arkady

1 A boy drew this solar circle with the sky surrounding it. He sketched it and wrote it in the corner of a piece of paper:

Song lyrics: "Let the sun shine, let the sky shine, let mom shine, let me shine."

2. The desire for peace is very strong, my dear and good friend. And the heart never gets tired of saying it again at 35:

3. Soldier, please be quiet. Can you hear me? Explosions terrify people. Thousands of eyes scan the sky as Lips obstinately reiterates:

4 Against strife and conflicts Let us defend our boys. The sun is eternal! Forever happiness, that’s what the man demanded.

Zhenka

K. Vanshenkin and E. Zharkovsky

In the middle of the woods is a village. A girl by the name of Zhenka used to reside once.

Had a boy’s name, High mown herbs. She had a joyful strength as she trimmed the long grass.

Howling steel blizzards cast a shadow of wings across the clearings. Zhenya went to the partisans as the shadow of wings fell upon the clearings.

They respected her in the detachment even though she was hiding and in ambush. They wanted to give her an award because they respected her in the detachment.

There is a picture in the school that shows happiness and lack of sorrow or suffering. With a smile – without anguish or sorrow. She was no longer sixteen.

In the woods is a village. She once lived there and did so a very long time ago. A Zhenka-named girl.

Childhood is me and you

Chichkov Yuri and Plyatskovsky Mikhail

Childhood is a time of lightness and joy. This is friendship, this is dreams, these are songs. Childhood is the rainbow of colors—childhood, childhood, childhood. Me and you are from childhood, childhood, childhood.

Everybody on the earth ought to be friends at all times. Kids should always have a good time and live in harmony with the world. Kids should have fun, have fun, have fun, and live in a world without violence.

Kindly only allow the dawns to burn brightly. Let a starry night sleep gently over the fields. Kindness warms childhood, and childhood is not in vain. Childhood, the earthly childhood of people to come.

Every individual on the vast planet We ought to stay friends forever. Kids should always have a good time and live in harmony with the world. Kids should laugh, we should laugh, kids should laugh, and the world should be peaceful for kids.

This is the summer wind: childhood, childhood, childhood. Winter’s ringing of crystals and the sail of the sky. Childhood is what I mean when I say this—children. Children—that’sus—children,children, children.

On this vast planet, friendship is a must. Kids should always have a good time and live in harmony with the world. Kids should have fun, have fun, have fun, and live in a world without violence.

Cranes

Gamzatov, R. and Ya. Frenkel

Sometimes it seems to me that soldiers
From the bloody fields that did not come
They did not fall into our land once,
But turned into white cranes.
They have been since those distant times to this day
Flying and giving us voices,
Isn"t that why it"s so often sad
We fall silent, looking at the skies?
A tired wedge flies, flies across the sky,
Flies in the fog at the end of the day.
And in that line there is a small gap.
Perhaps this is the place for me
The day will come, and with a flock of cranes
I will float in the same gray haze,
From under the sky, calling out like a bird
To all of you, whom I left on earth.
Sometimes it seems to me that the soldiers
From the bloody fields that did not return
They didn"t fall into our land once,
But turned into white cranes.

Are you looking for some classic songs to sing along with your children during the May holidays? Children’s songs from the Soviet era are ideal for fostering a joyous, sentimental mood. These ten songs encapsulate the spirit of friendship, hope, and unity with their upbeat melodies and poignant lyrics. They’re not only fantastic for jamming out to, but they also provide an enjoyable means of teaching kids morals and history.

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