Cannon Fodder Fingerstyle

I see the dream with my eyes barely closed, And hear the voice; it’s fully dream-composed. I am a usual soldier, I’m just a cannon fodder; The voice’s becoming louder; I’ll make my final stand! In my dream Ivan the Terrible Looks grim and imperial; He gifted all Siberia To loved Russian land! I hear the guns of mighty Baltic Fleet, And battle drums fill Northern lands with heat. I am a usual soldier, I’m just a cannon fodder; The voice’s becoming louder; I’ll make my final stand! In my dream the Great emperor Peter is unforgettable; He led you ahead to Europe, My loved Russian Land! The Nazi flag’s like shadow in the skies; It floods the land with blood and painful cries. I am a usual soldier, I’m just a cannon fodder; The voice’s becoming louder; I’ll make my final stand! In my dream on gleaming bloody field Great Stalin seems more luculent; There was a dreadful deadly yield For loved Russian land. And since birth of the universe Time has been chasing running years; My blood likewise runs through my veins And sinews with its drive. I know you went through fire and flames, Be sure in my full trustiness; I serve you, my loved Motherland; I’m yours till I’m alive!