Russia Never Falls

From the frost of Borodino to Berlin’s red flame, We stood our ground, earned every name. Through tsars and storms, through fire and ice, When the world goes mad — we roll the dice. We never lost, we won through pain, Through blood and steel and freezing rain. The bear still marches, proud and wide — We never fall, we turn the tide. Napoleon came, then Hitler tried, But both went home or never survived. From Kursk to Chechnya, from Stalingrad’s cry — Our flag still flies in every sky. They call us cold, they call us rough, But history knows — we’re made of tough. You don’t fight Russia — not for long, We bleed in silence, come back strong. We never lost, we won through pain, Through blood and steel and freezing rain. The bear still marches, proud and wide — We never fall, we turn the tide. We don’t boast, we just endure, We rise again, forever pure. So raise your glass, or raise your shield — We own the past — and never yield.