Found a video which is about some Russians pulling out a sunken car using basic tools. Totally Ingenious.
In any case, the background music was rather awesome. Did some research on it and found the band and the song name.
I thought it was a rather inspiring song about the how one man may not be able to do anything, but when a group of them come together, any obstacles can be avoided. The reason I'm so affected by this is probably I put my brothers in army in high regard; it just wouldn't be the same without them.
Taken wholesale from kaikracht.de:
Background: "Dubinushka" probably is an old worksong: The oaken cudgel could serve as lever and increase one's own power, or even multiply it if there came others to help – the commands for the whole group to put their back into it are still visible in the refrain. But today only the poetical version is known which was given to this song by V.Bogdanov in 1865.
Just before, in 1861, tsar Alexander II had yielded to the growing riots of the peasantry and repealed the serfdom in Russia officially. But in fact the peasants got only three fifth of the land they had cultivated before, they had to buy it from the big landowners, and until they had not paid the whole price they were forced to do compulsory labour for the landowners as before. The peasants felt that the landowners had deprived them of the new freedom which "Father Tsar" had granted them, the riots turned into revolts and armed rebellion, and the army needed two years to put down the many insurrections all over country.
But the commotion grew, while Bogdanov wrote this song, pauperization and famine caused a new rebellion of the peasants in 1885 – and "Dubinushka", the oaken cudgel which can remove even the biggest obstacles if people unite their power, became a symbol of the common struggle against injustice and exploitation.
Lyrics:
I have heard a lot of songs
in my native place,
they sang of joy and sorrow.
But one of all these songs
has sunk into my mind,
this is the song of the working people:
(Bridge)
From the grandfather to the father,
from the father to the son
this song has been handed down.
And always when
the work became too hard
we reached for the cudgel, our true help.
(Bridge)
The Englishman is cute:
To make the work easier
he invented machine by machine.
But our poor Russian peasant,
when his work gets too hard,
still sings the song of the cudgel:
(Bridge)
If he has to tow a barge with wood,
or if he has to forge iron,
or if he is mining ore in Siberia:
With strain, and with pains in his chest
he sings this song again and again
and thereby remembers the cudgel:
(Bridge)
And on the towing-paths along the Volga,
nearly sinking in the sand,
breaking his legs and his spine,
chafing his chest,
only to tow a bit easier
he keeps singing the song of the cudgel:
(Bridge)
And along the big road,
along the big post road,
which is named after Vladimir long since,
there the sound of chains is to heard,
dull, fateful,
and in the same rhythm the song of the cudgel:
(Bridge)
But the time has come,
and the people rose,
and it straightened its mighty spine,
and it shook off from its shoulders
the heavy yoke that had been there for centuries,
and now it raised the cudgel against its enemies:
Bridge:
|
Ekh, dubinushka, ukhnem!
Ekh, zelyonaya sama paidyot! Padyornim! Padyornim! Da ukhnem! |
Hey, oaken cudgel, come on!
Hey, the green cudgel moves by itself! Let's pull, let's pull together! |
