Oleg sets his Nagant rifle up against a burned out tree as he sits against it for a short nap, the advance of Operation Bagration has taken its toll on him. He pulls a picture from his helmet of his lovely Katyusha back home he thinks of the first time he brought her flowers, the first time she said yes to a date and her laughable first attempt at bread. These warm memories were all that kept him going with the hope that he would make many more when he got home. He slowly drifts away to sleep hearing the sounds of distant gunfire, he knows when he awakes that he will be joining that hell soon. He is awoken by a unfamiliar sound. Not gunfire or artillery but by horse hooves galloping and tearing up the earth. He rises to his feet quickly noticing he in now in deep snow, confused but disregarding it he turns to grab his rifle but its gone, looking around he realizes the forest is no longer devastated but pristine and untarnished the snow hangs peacefully off every unbroken tree. The sound of hooves gets heavier as an armored column of around 15 men stop in front of him. These men are puzzled by Oleg's most bizarre appearance and Oleg is just as perplexed but recognizes one man, the leader of the column, Alexander Nevski. Oleg's mind races with questions and theories but before he can get far in his thoughts Nevski speaks "Who are you that dresses strangely and sleeps upon my road? Some kind of beggar or vagabond?" Oleg responds "I am Oleg, corporal part of the 334th rifle division 7th corps of the Soviet army" Nevski looks Oleg up and down curiously "You speak strangely but I know a soldier when I see one, do you serve the Rus or are you part of the Teutonic's?" Oleg's mind races again, the term Rus hadn't been used for Russia in hundreds of years but yet THIS WAS Alexander Nevski, nothing made sense as he stammered "I- I serve the Rus from the day I was born to the day I fall" Nevsky smirks at this response before commanding "Get this man armed and put him in the front with the pikes his devotion will inspire the others." Oleg interrupts "I am confused what is-" a bash from a pommel of one of the men ends any questions he may have had. He awakens again several hours in a tent with a few other men, most of them looking like peasants sitting around a small fire. Oleg's head aches too much to ask the what or why anymore he just needs to find out how to get back and save Russia from the Germans. Oleg begins speaking to them men and after greetings are exchanged they inquire to his strange dress, several more hours pass as Oleg awes these men with tales of machines and how powerful the Rus have become and how the peasants rose up and became the leaders. Such fantastic stories he told but then again they are all just stories not to be taken serious, one story however, did make the hearts of the men heavy. Oleg began speaking of Katyusha, her beauty and soft nature and how he would give all to protect her, after all she was going to be his wife. The peasants knew not what to think of this man, he spoke of fantastic and crazy things but seemed normal and he could laugh and talk just as well as any man, perhaps he dreamed too much and could no longer distinguish the two? Nevertheless they all struck up a friendships of sorts and one man Yaroslav, a bard by trade was fascinated and thought to perhaps write an epic of the man from another time, however this was not the time. This was the eve of April 5th, 1242 the battle on the ice was about to begin...... Oleg slumped down after hearing what was going to transpire, he had no way to get home, no knowledge of what was going on but he knew that his people needed his help from another German invasion and it was no different to what he faced back home. Oleg sighed deeply before steeling himself and trading all the materials he had, his fathers pocketwatch, his sisters necklace, all his tools and equipment and even his belt for a shield, spear, helmet and chainmail. The only thing he kept was the ring Katyusha had given him as a promise that they would always wait for eachother. Morning came and rest was not something Oleg was granted as he began his grim march to duty he lined up with hundreds of his new comrades many looked no different than the soldiers he knew and fought with before. Yaroslav stood behind his new friend and placed a hand on his shoulder "Oleg no matter what happens I will find and make sure Katyusha knows your feelings and what you have done". Words escaped Oleg at this time who merely nodded in affirmation as the heavy Teutonic cavalry began their advance, steadily becoming a gallop, a charge to break the lines and shatter the Russian people. Now as after Oleg would stand in the face of this, he would never allow any invader to harm his home, his people, his Katyusha no matter where they are. The battle was long and many fell the stench of death was heavy as the cries of the wounded cried for help or mercy but the Rus stood victorious. Yaroslav was kneeling down holding Olegs cold hands, a horse had trampled him during the battle and his chest had been crushed but his face showed no pain, no horror as many others had but if you only looked at his face you would think this man had gone peacefully in his sleep. Yaroslav wept and in the coming months travelled to every corner of Rus land seeking out this woman that Oleg had a small painting of. Sadly as the months and seasons past he could not find her, was Oleg really from another time? Yaroslav sat by his hearth thinking deeply before picking up his Domra and began plucking at different notes and tunes, perhaps he may not find Katyusha in his lifetime but I can make something that will last long enough for her to know.
Imagine a soviet soldier that accidentally woke up and discovers that he's now in the past, he misses his girlfriend Katyusha and a musician in the middle ages understands his struggle, so they write a song about a love divided by time :) An extra by AwesomeH: At the same time, Katyusha does the same thing and writes the same song in her era. Which proves their timeless connection.
@Peter P The song was written in 1938, before Germany even attacked Poland. It *can* be interpreted as being about either of the previous Patriotic Wars (Napoleonic Invasion of Russia or WWI, the term was used to refer to both before WWII), but it's by definition not a WWII song.
Katusha originally a song about a girl wishing for her lover back while standing by a river Katusha in the second world war a terrifying rocket launching system Katusha now an anime Lolly tank commander that uses a t-34
When the Teutonic Knights try to invade the Republic of Novgorod, and the Rus have Hwatchas. (BTW The Teutonic Knights did try to invade Novgorod. They did it in winter. You can imagine how well that ended for them.)
Apple trees and pear trees were a flower, River mist was rising all around. Young Katyusha went strolling by the hour On the steep banks, O’er the rocky ground. By the river’s bank she sang a love song Of her hero in a distant land. Of the one she’d dearly loved for so long, Holding tight his letters in her hand. Oh, my song, song of a maiden’s true love, To my dear one travel with the sun. To the one who Katyusha loves so, Bring my greetings to him, one by one. Let him know that I am true and faithful, Let him hear the love song that I send. Tell him as he defends our home that grateful, True Katyusha our love will defend. Apple trees and pear trees were a flower, River mist was rising all around. Young Katyusha went strolling by the hour On the steep banks, O’er the rocky ground.
No friend, Russians (yes, Russias, not some ephemeral "slavs") never has "tragic" history. Russian history is a history full of heroism, patriotism and nobility.
Расцветали яблони и груши, Поплыли туманы над рекой. Выходила на берег Катюша, На высокий берег на крутой. Выходила, песню заводила Про степного сизого орла, Про того, которого любила, Про того, чьи письма берегла. Ой ты, песня, песенка девичья, Ты лети за ясным солнцем вслед: И бойцу на дальнем пограничье От Катюши передай привет. Пусть он вспомнит девушку простую, Пусть услышит, как она поет, Пусть он землю бережет родную, А любовь Катюша сбережет. Расцветали яблони и груши, Поплыли туманы над рекой. Выходила на берег Катюша, На высокий берег на крутой.
Расцвѣтали яблони и груши, Поплыли туманы надъ рѣкой. Выходила на берегъ Катюша, На высокій берегъ на крутой. Выходила, пѣсню заводила Про степного сизаго орла, Про того, котораго любила, Про того, чьи письма берегла. Ой ты, пѣсня, пѣсенка дѣвичья, Ты лети за яснымъ солнцемъ вслѣдъ: И бойцу на дальнемъ пограничье Отъ Катюши передай привѣтъ. Пусть онъ вспомнитъ дѣвушку простую, Пусть услышитъ, какъ она поетъ, Пусть онъ землю бережетъ родную, А любовь Катюша сбережетъ. Расцвѣтали яблони и груши, Поплыли туманы надъ рѣкой. Выходила на берегъ Катюша, На высокій берегъ на крутой.
слова песни/ lyrics Расцветали яблони и груши, Поплыли туманы над рекой. Выходила на берег Катюша, На высокий берег на крутой. Выходила, песню заводила Про степного, сизого орла, Про того, которого любила, Про того, чьи письма берегла. Ой ты, песня, песенка девичья, Ты лети за ясным солнцем вслед. И бойцу на дальнем пограничье От Катюши передай привет. Пусть он вспомнит девушку простую, Пусть услышит, как она поет, Пусть он землю бережет родную, А любовь Катюша сбережет. Apple trees and pear trees were a flower, River mist was rising all around. Young Katyusha went strolling by the hour On the steep banks, O’er the rocky ground. By the river’s bank she sang a love song Of her hero in a distant land. Of the one she’d dearly loved for so long, Holding tight his letters in her hand. Oh, my song, song of a maiden’s true love, To my dear one travel with the sun. To the one who Katyusha loves so, Bring my greetings to him, one by one. Let him know that I am true and faithful, Let him hear the love song that I send. Tell him as he defends our home that grateful, True Katyusha our love will defend. Apple trees and pear trees were a flower, River mist was rising all around. Young Katyusha went strolling by the hour On the steep banks, O’er the rocky ground.
Ой, ты, песня, песенка девичья, Ты лети за ясным солнцем вслед! И бойцу на дальнем пограничье От Катюши передай привет! Какие же душевные песни писали раньше! Thanks from Russia - perfect cover :)
@@Hammadz-li The Mongols were also defeated by the Russians. That's why Russia controls all of Northern Asia and Mongolia is a landlocked irrelevant country.
Apple trees and pear trees were flower, River mist doth be rising round, Maiden katyusha went strolling by thy hour, On thy steep banks o'er the rocky ground, Maiden katyusha went strolling by thy hour, On thy steep banks o'er the rocky ground.
To be honest, you could have had Katyushka in medieval times, possibly earlier. Mounted on a carriage rather than a truck, but if you have the ability to cast and machine bronze to make a reliable throat for the nozzle, black powder and paper or flax to act as a shell for the fuselage, alternatively a lathe to core out thin wooden shells, you could build a rocket with quite effective combat potential.
Katyusha is a woman's name. The song is about how she goes out to the riverbank and waits for her beloved to return from the war. The weapon is named after the woman in the song, not the other way around.
Расцвѣтали ꙗблони и грꙋши, Поплыли тꙋманы надъ рѣкой. Выходила на берегъ Катюша, На высокый берегъ на крꙋтой. Выходила, пѣсню заводила Про степного, сизаго ѻрла, Про того, котораго любила, Про того, чьи письма берегла. Ѻй ты, пѣснѧ, пѣсенка дѣвичьꙗ, Ты лети за ꙗснымъ солнцемъ вслѣдъ. И бойцꙋ на дальнемъ пограничьѥ Ѻтъ Катюши передай привѣтъ. Пꙋсть ѻнъ вспомнитъ дѣвꙋшкꙋ простꙋю, Пꙋсть ꙋслышитъ, какъ ѻна поѥтъ, Пꙋсть ѻнъ землю бережетъ роднꙋю, А любовь Катюша сбережетъ.
@@Yesytsucks hold up, im norwegian and im learning russian, while casually looking at old church slavonic out of interest. And i had very little trouble reading that, interesting...
@@olegallito5742 i was thinking of the soviet march lol I mean from the russians I know the "lyrics" make about as much sense as rap but at least they're there lol
I see a severe lack of romanized lyrics in the comments so here you go: Rastsvetali yabloni i grushi Poplyli tumany nad rekoy Vykhodila na bereg Katyusha Na vysokiy bereg na krutoy Vykhodila na bereg Katyusha Na vysokiy bereg na krutoy Vykhodila, pesnyu zavodila Pro stepnogo sizogo orla Pro togo, kotorogo lyubila Pro togo, ch'i pis'ma beregla Pro togo, kotorogo lyubila Pro togo, ch'i pis'ma beregla Oy, ty, pesnya, pesenka devich'ya Ty leti za yasnym solntsem vsled I boytsu na dal'nem pogranich'ye Ot Katyushi pereday privet I boytsu na dal'nem pogranich'ye Ot Katyushi pereday privet Pust' on vspomnit devushku prostuyu Pust' uslyshit, kak ona poyet Pust' on zemlyu berezhet rodnuyu A lyubov' Katyusha sberezhet Pust' on zemlyu berezhet rodnuyu A lyubov' Katyusha sberezhet
When Leonardo Da Vinci drank the whole bottle of vodka and started another project. Edit: wait, whut? This many likes, on this simple, throwaway comment? Spasiba, or grazie... I guess. Enjoyed reading the replies. I wonder what's coming next? This gets pinned? 😂😂😂😂
@@keithlightminder3005 the middle ages or medieval era was from 476-1463 the renaissance started in 1300 and ended around the 1650's with the age of trade and colonization taking more priority however in anycase renaissance and high medieval (the genre bardcore/tavernwave is basef around) don't sound all that dissimilar in anyway so i don't think it matters ( side note in the case of katyusha a russian song russia was in the middle ages until the 1630s tsar pyetor the great's reformation of the russian empire and its technology was the factor that caught russia up for the time being until it began to fall behind again so if anything it's even more appropriate to make references to the entire russian middle ages and anything happening in europe around that period.)
Текст песни / lyrics: Русский: Расцвѣтали яблони и груши Поплыли туманы надъ рѣкой Выходила на берегъ Катюша На высокій берегъ, на крутой Выходила на берегъ Катюша На высокій берегъ, на крутой Выходила, пѣсню заводила Про степного, сизаго орла Про того, котораго любила Про того, чьи письма берегла Про того, котораго любила Про того, чьи письма берегла Ой, ты пѣсня, пѣсенка дѣвичья Ты лети за яснымъ солнцемъ вслѣдъ И бойцу на дальнемъ пограничье Отъ Катюши передай привѣтъ И бойцу на дальнемъ пограничье Отъ Катюши передай привѣтъ Пусть онъ вспомнитъ дѣвушку простую Пусть услышитъ, какъ она поетъ Пусть онъ землю бережетъ родную А любовь Катюша сбережетъ Пусть онъ землю бережетъ родную А любовь Катюша сбережетъ Расцвѣтали яблони и груши Поплыли туманы надъ рѣкой Выходила на берегъ Катюша На высокій берегъ, на крутой Выходила на берегъ Катюша На высокій берегъ, на крутой English: Apple trees and pear trees w're a floweth'r, Riv'r humour wast rising all 'round. Young katyusha wenteth strolling by the hour On the steep banks, O’'r the rocky did grind.
By the riv'r’s bank the lady did sing a cantons Of h'r h'ro in a distant landeth. Of the one she’d dearly did love f'r so longeth, Holding tight his lett'rs in h'r handeth.
Oh, mine own song, song of a maiden’s true loveth, To mine own lief one traveleth with the travelling lamp. To the one who is't katyusha loves so, Bringeth mine own greetings to that gent, one by one.
Alloweth that gent knoweth yond i am true and faithful, Alloweth that gent heareth the cantons yond i sendeth. Aid that gent as that gent defends our home yond grateful, True katyusha our loveth shall defend.
Apple trees and pear trees w're a floweth'r, Riv'r humour wast rising all 'round. Young katyusha wenteth strolling by the hour On the steep banks, O’'r the rocky did grind
The idea for show/Anime Musician gets teleported back in time to medieval times and doesn't know what to do to survive until he plays a song and everybody loves it so he proceeds to recreate all the modern songs in medieval style so people like them more.
Here, I have a short story. I don't know why this suddenly came to my mind when I listened to this song... *One day in a village on the outskirts of the forest, a young man with long white hair and a green robe came carrying a wooden staff. Not long after, the children in the village surrounded him.* Child 1: Wanderer, do you have a story? Child 2: Tell me your new story, wanderer! Child 3: I want to hear the story of your journey! Child 4: I want to hear your fairy tales! *The Wanderer smiled, then sat on a rock surrounded by the children.* Wanderer: Heeh? Okay okay, I'll start the story here. This is a story about two young knights who fall in love, but are hindered by war.... Child 1: Hindered by the war? Wanderer: *Smiles and nods* Hindered by war, until fate brings them together again... *Look at the sky* A letter that brought them together again, forever.... *~ The End ~*
Meu bisavô por parte de pai era da Divisão Azul, e cantava essa música para nós toda noite antes de dormir desde que minha bisavó morreu, ela amava essa canção, faz 3 anos que ele morreu e agradeço por quem trouxe essa música à tona novamente
![Katyusha but it sounds excessively RUSSIAN [Orchestral Cover]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/VZec_PqXXzo/mqdefault.jpg)
“Doth thou see that castle?”
“Yes, sire”
“I desire not to”
“I understand, sire”
Thou hast blewn thyne castle unto tiny bits
Thy will be done fa'her we shall foight till the last entrenchment line
Indeed they did
*pokes his eyes out*
satisfied sire?
@@jescruz5465 in thy mercy
Ah yes, my favourite medieval siege weapon. *The Katyusha*
Good one, good one...
So basically just a normal game of Besiege.
@@warpey5632 yeah, I'd say the same
Big Soviet Milk truck with big boom sticks at the back
i would watch the SHIT out of that movie...
I remember my mother singing this song to me every night, Rest in peace
I got a vision of a Babushka sitting in that truck, thanks for that 😂
My mom too...😢 she passed away in 2003
RIP
Best mom
All jokes aside, this sounds to me (a Russian) as a perfectly normal rendition, likely to be played by some folk band at a festival.
Probably because the song long predates any modern instruments.
@@basil9973 damn, we didnt have modern instruments back then? 😔
Mee too as a turkic excommiee i know this song well
@@basil9973 Here I was under the impression that it was at least a few centuries old, before instruments took quite their current forms.
@@monte6777 Nah, just bones and stuff
When the Slavs pull out the *SIEGE TREBUCHETS*
LOL ;D
A Teutonic man-at-arms to his lord: "Hark mien Fuhrer! Yond Slavic peasants hath constructed trebuchets mounted within horse draw carriages!"
Me as cheater : how_do_you_turn_this_on
Using the latest Oriental Kitai firework technology.
as opposed to the non-siege trebuchets?
Oleg sets his Nagant rifle up against a burned out tree as he sits against it for a short nap, the advance of Operation Bagration has taken its toll on him. He pulls a picture from his helmet of his lovely Katyusha back home he thinks of the first time he brought her flowers, the first time she said yes to a date and her laughable first attempt at bread. These warm memories were all that kept him going with the hope that he would make many more when he got home. He slowly drifts away to sleep hearing the sounds of distant gunfire, he knows when he awakes that he will be joining that hell soon. He is awoken by a unfamiliar sound. Not gunfire or artillery but by horse hooves galloping and tearing up the earth. He rises to his feet quickly noticing he in now in deep snow, confused but disregarding it he turns to grab his rifle but its gone, looking around he realizes the forest is no longer devastated but pristine and untarnished the snow hangs peacefully off every unbroken tree. The sound of hooves gets heavier as an armored column of around 15 men stop in front of him. These men are puzzled by Oleg's most bizarre appearance and Oleg is just as perplexed but recognizes one man, the leader of the column, Alexander Nevski. Oleg's mind races with questions and theories but before he can get far in his thoughts Nevski speaks "Who are you that dresses strangely and sleeps upon my road? Some kind of beggar or vagabond?" Oleg responds "I am Oleg, corporal part of the 334th rifle division 7th corps of the Soviet army" Nevski looks Oleg up and down curiously "You speak strangely but I know a soldier when I see one, do you serve the Rus or are you part of the Teutonic's?" Oleg's mind races again, the term Rus hadn't been used for Russia in hundreds of years but yet THIS WAS Alexander Nevski, nothing made sense as he stammered "I- I serve the Rus from the day I was born to the day I fall" Nevsky smirks at this response before commanding "Get this man armed and put him in the front with the pikes his devotion will inspire the others." Oleg interrupts "I am confused what is-" a bash from a pommel of one of the men ends any questions he may have had. He awakens again several hours in a tent with a few other men, most of them looking like peasants sitting around a small fire. Oleg's head aches too much to ask the what or why anymore he just needs to find out how to get back and save Russia from the Germans. Oleg begins speaking to them men and after greetings are exchanged they inquire to his strange dress, several more hours pass as Oleg awes these men with tales of machines and how powerful the Rus have become and how the peasants rose up and became the leaders. Such fantastic stories he told but then again they are all just stories not to be taken serious, one story however, did make the hearts of the men heavy. Oleg began speaking of Katyusha, her beauty and soft nature and how he would give all to protect her, after all she was going to be his wife. The peasants knew not what to think of this man, he spoke of fantastic and crazy things but seemed normal and he could laugh and talk just as well as any man, perhaps he dreamed too much and could no longer distinguish the two? Nevertheless they all struck up a friendships of sorts and one man Yaroslav, a bard by trade was fascinated and thought to perhaps write an epic of the man from another time, however this was not the time. This was the eve of April 5th, 1242 the battle on the ice was about to begin...... Oleg slumped down after hearing what was going to transpire, he had no way to get home, no knowledge of what was going on but he knew that his people needed his help from another German invasion and it was no different to what he faced back home. Oleg sighed deeply before steeling himself and trading all the materials he had, his fathers pocketwatch, his sisters necklace, all his tools and equipment and even his belt for a shield, spear, helmet and chainmail. The only thing he kept was the ring Katyusha had given him as a promise that they would always wait for eachother. Morning came and rest was not something Oleg was granted as he began his grim march to duty he lined up with hundreds of his new comrades many looked no different than the soldiers he knew and fought with before. Yaroslav stood behind his new friend and placed a hand on his shoulder "Oleg no matter what happens I will find and make sure Katyusha knows your feelings and what you have done". Words escaped Oleg at this time who merely nodded in affirmation as the heavy Teutonic cavalry began their advance, steadily becoming a gallop, a charge to break the lines and shatter the Russian people. Now as after Oleg would stand in the face of this, he would never allow any invader to harm his home, his people, his Katyusha no matter where they are. The battle was long and many fell the stench of death was heavy as the cries of the wounded cried for help or mercy but the Rus stood victorious. Yaroslav was kneeling down holding Olegs cold hands, a horse had trampled him during the battle and his chest had been crushed but his face showed no pain, no horror as many others had but if you only looked at his face you would think this man had gone peacefully in his sleep. Yaroslav wept and in the coming months travelled to every corner of Rus land seeking out this woman that Oleg had a small painting of. Sadly as the months and seasons past he could not find her, was Oleg really from another time? Yaroslav sat by his hearth thinking deeply before picking up his Domra and began plucking at different notes and tunes, perhaps he may not find Katyusha in his lifetime but I can make something that will last long enough for her to know.
Thank you
Brilliant
read the whole thing, i'm fucking sad now :((
Most underrated comment here. Brilliant
Amazing
When the Russians invent a ballista that can hold more than one bolt at a time
IVAN FIRE AT WILL
Comrade Bear COMRADE YES COMRADE
HANZ LOOK AT THESE THING I MADE!! I NAME IT HWATCHAZ!!
JAWOHL
So it’s a hwatcha
This was the LAST song I'd imaging getting the Medieval treatment, but ooohhh boy it works well!
The song was created under the Tzar, basically Russian Dark ages.
@@Bluesonofman what
@@Bluesonofman I thought the russian dark ages was after stalin took over
George Thompson the was the second dark age. Basically that civil war was the best time for Russia
@@Bluesonofman thats not true, unlike many other songs katyusha wasnt created under the tsar rule. It was actually created in 1939.
Germany: *Invades
USSR: *''So thee hast chosen... deat'h''*
Germany: *Invades
USSR: 'lost biggest part of their european army, couse it was at the german border. Oh, and 17/IX/1939
Comrade, thoust hast chosen deat’h
@@Shini_UA Germany: Still loses
@@Shini_UA Germany: *still gets destroyed*
@@_lordtachanka_2314 по сравнению с эрэф? не смеши))
Guys, the song isn't about a weapon, the weapon is named after the song.
its a female name lol
@@itisprofile well, we do have a song about weapon - Tachanka
@@itisprofilewooden cart with Maxim-gun in it - the best weapon in the world
@@red-cap_shroom isnt that made by a ukrainian
@@KFishproductionII that does not change much - Soviet is a Soviet
When the Teutonic knights invade but comrade Aleksandr Nevski shows up
Arise, ye Russian People
Teutonic knights had Russians?
Isn't it was Livonian knights?
@@CBRN-115 Teutonic Knights fought the Russians
Everybody gansta til the ice starts cracking down
"Nonna! Fire at thou Enemy! None shall be superior than Katyusha!"
...maids und chariots...! ;-)
Ahh GuP! Anything with tanks or this song and you'll find a GuP reference there
The Soviet union would like to know your location
Ah yes, another Gup fan, hello! :)
maho come pick me up I'm scared
Imagine a soviet soldier that accidentally woke up and discovers that he's now in the past, he misses his girlfriend Katyusha and a musician in the middle ages understands his struggle, so they write a song about a love divided by time :)
An extra by AwesomeH: At the same time, Katyusha does the same thing and writes the same song in her era. Which proves their timeless connection.
Russian Isekai !!"
I ship it
He then forms the Soviet Empire back in medieval times with the help of the Katyusha that came along with him.
A story like that would probably get him hanged for witchcraft...
@@thomasoconnor and his name was peter the great
Imagine just a rocket truck cruising around the medieval times.
King:i wonder what this red buttom do...
Rocket truck shooting arrows
@@abel4833 King gets scared by the rocket sounds, jumps out of the truck and sees his castle crumbling down.
*JAPANESE HWACHA INTENSIFIES*
They wont call em katyusha.. they call em dragons as the thing spits fire and big mean green
Everyone gangsta until Sergjey shows up to the siege driving a
*soviet mobile multiple rocket launcher*
Best thing is that this sounds completely natural and not like a meme at all.
That’s because it somewhat is. Slavic folk love old timey instruments for their folk songs
@Peter P it’s a folk song regardless
@Peter P The song was written in 1938, before Germany even attacked Poland. It *can* be interpreted as being about either of the previous Patriotic Wars (Napoleonic Invasion of Russia or WWI, the term was used to refer to both before WWII), but it's by definition not a WWII song.
still a meme
Katyusha: Nonna, hath you brought thine siege engines to defeat Oorai?
Nonna: Da, commander Katyusha!
I see you're a man of culture as well
So this time she goes mad at Klara for speaking old slavonic?
Also: Ladies and Trabuchets when?
bringing an artillery to the armored warfare (remember the SPG on WoT), that's illegal
@@FlagAnthem She always gets mad :D
Katusha originally a song about a girl wishing for her lover back while standing by a river
Katusha in the second world war a terrifying rocket launching system
Katusha now an anime Lolly tank commander that uses a t-34
this is an acceptable turn of events lol
At least she showed up in a truck with a Katyusha launcher
Like bro imagine if katyusha was a buff tough guy with scar on his face but always saying uwu
The internet ruins everything , even Soviet artillery and folk lore
@@grugamersriseup7299 *Sad*
When the Russians strap catapults to the backs of wagons to fight off the Teutonic invasion
More like making a volley ballista drawn by horses.
What Zit Tooya this is basically the slavic version of a hwacha
Imagine if they strapped trebuchets instead of catapults
Ser Kraus imagine if they did it using a thousand
so much to cook That’s more dangerous than a nuke
When you've prepared your castle for a siege but a KV-2 appears over the crest of the hill
KV-2s+ISU-152s+IS4s = ultimate combo
@@delfiekaputri9369 dont forget the WoT cancer tonk IS3-A
The KV2 kinda sucked historically but for the meme I will say yes cool tank
@@comradekarlvonschnitzelste8218 KV-2 Summarized:
What if turret big?
@@imperialguardsman5726 Ever heard of a Soviet 203mm howitzer
Гениально, гениально, автор гений, спасибо за ремикс!Привет из России
Странно что тут практически нет русских...
Мне кажется автор тоже из России...
@@rezenoid2289 он из латвии
согласен, это гениально.
I played this at the king's court
Now it's the vanguard party's congress.
Now it's October Revolution
The court of the zar
iuri cigno nero 1995 Real Kazim-Bek Hours
@@iuricignonero1995 tsar*
I played this at a bunch of gopniks.
They became into an eloquent veche (a council).
This plays when you learn to say the name of a medieval russian artillery
They got their rockets from China via the Silk Road lol
Should have put a catapult tbh
@@ericthegreat7805 now that you say it, thats better ngl
@@ericthegreat7805 wont change it tho
Or mention the porcupine.
When the Teutonic Knights try to invade the Republic of Novgorod, and the Rus have Hwatchas.
(BTW The Teutonic Knights did try to invade Novgorod. They did it in winter. You can imagine how well that ended for them.)
@Hoàng Nguyên And don't forget that guy from Corsica that was ruler of the French for some reason.
@@CSLucasEpic That will have me chuckling all day. Thanks for that!
Lmfao history repeats for itself
Also the swedish army of Charles XII did the same mistake, ironical with one century before Napoleon....
@@RyanCarterVonArad the luckiest were Germans! They managed to survive 3 RUSSIAN WINTERS! (I am Russian myself, so I am saying it with irony)
Korobeiniki, please!
Ok👌
@@MiddleAgesMusic Awesome!
@@MiddleAgesMusic based
@@MiddleAgesMusic Real tovarisch response
@@MiddleAgesMusic Do more Soviet music
Apple trees and pear trees were a flower,
River mist was rising all around.
Young Katyusha went strolling by the hour
On the steep banks,
O’er the rocky ground.
By the river’s bank she sang a love song
Of her hero in a distant land.
Of the one she’d dearly loved for so long,
Holding tight his letters in her hand.
Oh, my song, song of a maiden’s true love,
To my dear one travel with the sun.
To the one who Katyusha loves so,
Bring my greetings to him, one by one.
Let him know that I am true and faithful,
Let him hear the love song that I send.
Tell him as he defends our home that grateful,
True Katyusha our love will defend.
Apple trees and pear trees were a flower,
River mist was rising all around.
Young Katyusha went strolling by the hour
On the steep banks,
O’er the rocky ground.
speed 1.25 sounds really good
Can confirm.
no
@@christianmorales8978 :(
Can confirm x2
Thanks!
It is widely known that Russian Trebuchets can launch multiple stones in rapid succession.
The slavs truly are a tragic people. My respect for them and their historical legacy
Underrated comment.
Thanks, it's very nice :3
No friend, Russians (yes, Russias, not some ephemeral "slavs") never has "tragic" history. Russian history is a history full of heroism, patriotism and nobility.
@Someone . Russia is even the main slavic country, yk
@Someone . half the country is Mongol? (80% of the population is Russian)
Расцветали яблони и груши,
Поплыли туманы над рекой.
Выходила на берег Катюша,
На высокий берег на крутой.
Выходила, песню заводила
Про степного сизого орла,
Про того, которого любила,
Про того, чьи письма берегла.
Ой ты, песня, песенка девичья,
Ты лети за ясным солнцем вслед:
И бойцу на дальнем пограничье
От Катюши передай привет.
Пусть он вспомнит девушку простую,
Пусть услышит, как она поет,
Пусть он землю бережет родную,
А любовь Катюша сбережет.
Расцветали яблони и груши,
Поплыли туманы над рекой.
Выходила на берег Катюша,
На высокий берег на крутой.
Расцвѣтали яблони и груши,
Поплыли туманы надъ рѣкой.
Выходила на берегъ Катюша,
На высокій берегъ на крутой.
Выходила, пѣсню заводила
Про степного сизаго орла,
Про того, котораго любила,
Про того, чьи письма берегла.
Ой ты, пѣсня, пѣсенка дѣвичья,
Ты лети за яснымъ солнцемъ вслѣдъ:
И бойцу на дальнемъ пограничье
Отъ Катюши передай привѣтъ.
Пусть онъ вспомнитъ дѣвушку простую,
Пусть услышитъ, какъ она поетъ,
Пусть онъ землю бережетъ родную,
А любовь Катюша сбережетъ.
Расцвѣтали яблони и груши,
Поплыли туманы надъ рѣкой.
Выходила на берегъ Катюша,
На высокій берегъ на крутой.
слова песни/
lyrics
Расцветали яблони и груши,
Поплыли туманы над рекой.
Выходила на берег Катюша,
На высокий берег на крутой.
Выходила, песню заводила
Про степного, сизого орла,
Про того, которого любила,
Про того, чьи письма берегла.
Ой ты, песня, песенка девичья,
Ты лети за ясным солнцем вслед.
И бойцу на дальнем пограничье
От Катюши передай привет.
Пусть он вспомнит девушку простую,
Пусть услышит, как она поет,
Пусть он землю бережет родную,
А любовь Катюша сбережет.
Apple trees and pear trees were a flower,
River mist was rising all around.
Young Katyusha went strolling by the hour
On the steep banks,
O’er the rocky ground.
By the river’s bank she sang a love song
Of her hero in a distant land.
Of the one she’d dearly loved for so long,
Holding tight his letters in her hand.
Oh, my song, song of a maiden’s true love,
To my dear one travel with the sun.
To the one who Katyusha loves so,
Bring my greetings to him, one by one.
Let him know that I am true and faithful,
Let him hear the love song that I send.
Tell him as he defends our home that grateful,
True Katyusha our love will defend.
Apple trees and pear trees were a flower,
River mist was rising all around.
Young Katyusha went strolling by the hour
On the steep banks,
O’er the rocky ground.
Прозвучит патриотично,но...кому надо тот текст знает(я его забыл,спс)
Я который поёт её в голове заваривая чай :🗿
thank you
.
Thanks, good to know
Boban Ivanenko Ehhh, what does this mean : “🗿”? Can someone finally explain this to me?...
Why is this giving me nostalgic feelings?
that only means we are being always recarnated
Katyusha is a really nostalgic and sad song if you read the lyrics.
I don't know but same.
@@racelkatyusha403 Imagine the paradise the internet would be if religious lunatics didnt randomly comment their stuff when nobody asked
@@twiddlerat9920 why are you gay, go touch grass
Everybody gangsta until medieval men sing a song about a girl named Katyusha
Ой, ты, песня, песенка девичья,
Ты лети за ясным солнцем вслед!
И бойцу на дальнем пограничье
От Катюши передай привет!
Какие же душевные песни писали раньше! Thanks from Russia - perfect cover :)
When the damned Mongols starts invading the border with many numbers but you have black magic powder from the east
mongols are coming from east tho and did i mention the invaded during the winter?
Soviet cat you mean OUR RED MAGIC
Well that was how the Great Stand at the Ungra River played out.
@@Hammadz-li The Mongols were also defeated by the Russians. That's why Russia controls all of Northern Asia and Mongolia is a landlocked irrelevant country.
@@levvy3006 There were no Mongols when Russia took control of khanates. They were Turks.
Катюша прекрасна в любом исполнении. За это я люблю наши инструментальные песни. Они просто универсальны и хорошо выглядят в любом виде.
Apple trees and pear trees were flower,
River mist doth be rising round,
Maiden katyusha went strolling by thy hour,
On thy steep banks o'er the rocky ground,
Maiden katyusha went strolling by thy hour,
On thy steep banks o'er the rocky ground.
she wast strolling, singing a song
about a grizzled steppe eagle,
about h'r true loveth,
whose lett'rs she wast keeping
This is becoming a poetry show off now
Xd
When the war begins and all the Cossacks are spinning their shashka.
Cossacks have different medieval songs. Like czerniy voron - black crow etc
@@archniki_ Cossacks aren't medieval lol
Very nice music
Katyusha's gonna love this
Yes
ℜ𝔞𝔰𝔠𝔳𝔢𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔦 𝔶𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔦 𝔦 𝔤𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔥𝔦
𝔓𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔦𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔦 𝔫𝔞𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔨𝔬𝔶
𝔙𝔦𝔨𝔥𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔩𝔞 𝔫𝔞 𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔤 𝔎𝔞𝔱𝔶𝔲𝔰𝔥𝔞
𝔑𝔞 𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔬𝔨𝔦𝔶 𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔤 𝔫𝔞 𝔨𝔯𝔲𝔱𝔬𝔦
𝔈𝔱𝔬 𝔫𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔞 ℜ𝔲𝔰𝔰𝔨𝔞𝔶𝔞 𝔎𝔞𝔱𝔶𝔲𝔰𝔥𝔞
𝔑𝔢𝔪𝔠𝔥𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔭𝔬𝔶𝔢𝔱 𝔷𝔞 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔨𝔬𝔦
youre mistaking и for n and в for b, smh.
@@chairsunken731 мне виднее, я русский
Moy bog, choıtheu pıusaıt tacıum jae xrıuftom
крутой шрифт, кааааак так?
интересно, можно ли так сделать с вязью? мне кажется, вязь бы подошла больше, чем готика :)
@@matveym3900, у тебя на самом деле лабуда вышла, а не транслит.
Imagine pulling out a Katyusha during a sword fight
Edit: I hate the reply section
Edit 2: I hate this comment
To be honest, you could have had Katyushka in medieval times, possibly earlier. Mounted on a carriage rather than a truck, but if you have the ability to cast and machine bronze to make a reliable throat for the nozzle, black powder and paper or flax to act as a shell for the fuselage, alternatively a lathe to core out thin wooden shells, you could build a rocket with quite effective combat potential.
@@Hammadz-li This a Hwacha and it was use during the XVI century
@@Hammadz-li ahhh yes, the Korean katyusha
It then becomes an arrow fight.
@@stainlesssteelfox1 u no say
Modern times: Katyusha rockets
Medieval times: Katyusha arrows
Edit: give a sup to comrade Stalin :D or gulag
How’s it going up where it snows and bears roaming the streets are common?
@Federal Bureau of Investigation ?
Katyusha is a woman's name. The song is about how she goes out to the riverbank and waits for her beloved to return from the war. The weapon is named after the woman in the song, not the other way around.
Modern times: Katyusha rockets
Medieval times: Mongol rockets
oh it stalin we love you for victory over nazi pigs
This is perfect,comrade
Thanks👌
☭
Middle Ages I need the soundfont you used for this ASAP
When Pravda buys some Da Vinci tanks to defeat Oorai.
Weird cone tank.
@@katyusha1283 you'd need them though you couldn't beat them with any amount of T-34 76's
@@ThomasFarquhar2 We have T-35-85's they are capable enough.
@@katyusha1283 perhaps, but, you do remember Oorai has a STuG, right?
@@ThomasFarquhar2 Meh, stug is easly penetrable by all the tanks we have.
It’s one in the morning. I should be sleeping. But, Katyusha medieval cover.
Расцвѣтали ꙗблони и грꙋши,
Поплыли тꙋманы надъ рѣкой.
Выходила на берегъ Катюша,
На высокый берегъ на крꙋтой.
Выходила, пѣсню заводила
Про степного, сизаго ѻрла,
Про того, котораго любила,
Про того, чьи письма берегла.
Ѻй ты, пѣснѧ, пѣсенка дѣвичьꙗ,
Ты лети за ꙗснымъ солнцемъ вслѣдъ.
И бойцꙋ на дальнемъ пограничьѥ
Ѻтъ Катюши передай привѣтъ.
Пꙋсть ѻнъ вспомнитъ дѣвꙋшкꙋ простꙋю,
Пꙋсть ꙋслышитъ, какъ ѻна поѥтъ,
Пꙋсть ѻнъ землю бережетъ роднꙋю,
А любовь Катюша сбережетъ.
Damn uhh.. nice uhh.. speaking I totally understand
@@brotherhoodknight4682 Russians also struggled reading, trust me
@@brotherhoodknight4682 that guy used old Russian alphabet. There were several letters that we don't have now
Lmao old church slavonic
@@Yesytsucks hold up, im norwegian and im learning russian, while casually looking at old church slavonic out of interest. And i had very little trouble reading that, interesting...
It fits so perfect. Good job Comrade
Thank you👋
Normal katyusha - checked
Hardbass katyusha - checked
Loli katyusha - checked
Loli katyusha with hardbass - checked
Medieval katyusha - checked
I am a thanos now.
No, you are Russian Culture now
ThanUs
Your forgetting Anime Katyusha.
@@MrRenegadeshinobi covered by loli version.
ruclips.net/video/C5Az984gVdU/видео.html
Katyusha But It Sounds Excessively Russian
Can you make Hell March from C&C Red Alert?
PLS HELL YES
That would be the most Russian song ever made, especially if you can get someone Slavic to sing medieval style lyrics for it
@@directrulefromgamerchair3947 I believe Hell march has no lyrics
@@olegallito5742 i was thinking of the soviet march lol
I mean from the russians I know the "lyrics" make about as much sense as rap but at least they're there lol
i never knew i needed something this much!!!!!!!!!!
Отлично, привет вам всем из Сибири, мои заокеанские друзья!
Если бы ты перевёл, что пишут "твои заокеанские друзья" в комментариях, то перестал бы их называть "друзьями"! )))
@@caputregni1144 Он перестал бы называть их друзьями и начал бы называть их братьями)
When your enemy brought some fancy new weapons to combat battle
"All of you are below Katyusha! Your tanks, your technology, and your height!"
Medieval Russia: "we conquer all lands from Crimea to Pacific Sea, we are the strongest"
Soviet Union: *PRIVIET*
I see a severe lack of romanized lyrics in the comments so here you go:
Rastsvetali yabloni i grushi
Poplyli tumany nad rekoy
Vykhodila na bereg Katyusha
Na vysokiy bereg na krutoy
Vykhodila na bereg Katyusha
Na vysokiy bereg na krutoy
Vykhodila, pesnyu zavodila
Pro stepnogo sizogo orla
Pro togo, kotorogo lyubila
Pro togo, ch'i pis'ma beregla
Pro togo, kotorogo lyubila
Pro togo, ch'i pis'ma beregla
Oy, ty, pesnya, pesenka devich'ya
Ty leti za yasnym solntsem vsled
I boytsu na dal'nem pogranich'ye
Ot Katyushi pereday privet
I boytsu na dal'nem pogranich'ye
Ot Katyushi pereday privet
Pust' on vspomnit devushku prostuyu
Pust' uslyshit, kak ona poyet
Pust' on zemlyu berezhet rodnuyu
A lyubov' Katyusha sberezhet
Pust' on zemlyu berezhet rodnuyu
A lyubov' Katyusha sberezhet
When Leonardo Da Vinci drank the whole bottle of vodka and started another project.
Edit: wait, whut? This many likes, on this simple, throwaway comment? Spasiba, or grazie... I guess. Enjoyed reading the replies. I wonder what's coming next? This gets pinned? 😂😂😂😂
Da Vinci was renaissance not Middle Ages.
@@keithlightminder3005 the middle ages or medieval era was from 476-1463 the renaissance started in 1300 and ended around the 1650's with the age of trade and colonization taking more priority however in anycase renaissance and high medieval (the genre bardcore/tavernwave is basef around) don't sound all that dissimilar in anyway so i don't think it matters ( side note in the case of katyusha a russian song russia was in the middle ages until the 1630s tsar pyetor the great's reformation of the russian empire and its technology was the factor that caught russia up for the time being until it began to fall behind again so if anything it's even more appropriate to make references to the entire russian middle ages and anything happening in europe around that period.)
You’re about one century too late.
@@keithlightminder3005 whoosh
Leonardo Da Vinci was not a musician but I like energy of the comment
got shivers on each second of this Masterpiece
*Ivan the Terrible be like when he drives Katyusha*
Wrong
Katyusha is a song about a girl, not a weapon!
It sounds like Katyusha, but also it sounds like medieval folk song
Расцветали яблони и груши
Поплыли туманы над рекой
Выходила на берег Катюша
На высокий берег на крутой
Выходила, песню заводила
Про степного сизого орла
Про того, которого любила
Про того, чьи письма берегла
Ой, ты, песня, песенка девичья
Ты лети за ясным солнцем вслед
И бойцу на дальнем пограничье
От Катюши передай привет
Пусть он вспомнит девушку простую
Пусть услышит, как она поёт
Пусть он землю бережёт родную
А любовь Катюша сбережёт
Расцветали яблони и груши
Поплыли туманы над рекой
Выходила на берег Катюша
На высокий берег на крутой
When the Russian Tsar imports Chinese rocket arrows and throws them on the back of carriages to fight Teutonic armies.
Песня? Русская.
Стиль? Средневековый.
Комментарии? Англоязычные.
Отель? Триваго.
Ну а чо
[en]: Song? Russian. Style? Medieval (?). Comments? English. Hotel? Trivago.
I cant read russian but I know exactly what this says
*Resposta: português*
*Hotel: trivago*
Текст песни / lyrics:
Русский:
Расцвѣтали яблони и груши
Поплыли туманы надъ рѣкой
Выходила на берегъ Катюша
На высокій берегъ, на крутой
Выходила на берегъ Катюша
На высокій берегъ, на крутой
Выходила, пѣсню заводила
Про степного, сизаго орла
Про того, котораго любила
Про того, чьи письма берегла
Про того, котораго любила
Про того, чьи письма берегла
Ой, ты пѣсня, пѣсенка дѣвичья
Ты лети за яснымъ солнцемъ вслѣдъ
И бойцу на дальнемъ
пограничье
Отъ Катюши передай привѣтъ
И бойцу на дальнемъ
пограничье
Отъ Катюши передай привѣтъ
Пусть онъ вспомнитъ дѣвушку простую
Пусть услышитъ, какъ она поетъ
Пусть онъ землю бережетъ родную
А любовь Катюша сбережетъ
Пусть онъ землю бережетъ родную
А любовь Катюша сбережетъ
Расцвѣтали яблони и груши
Поплыли туманы надъ рѣкой
Выходила на берегъ Катюша
На высокій берегъ, на крутой
Выходила на берегъ Катюша
На высокій берегъ, на крутой
English:
Apple trees and pear trees w're a floweth'r,
Riv'r humour wast rising all 'round.
Young katyusha wenteth strolling by the hour
On the steep banks,
O’'r the rocky did grind.
By the riv'r’s bank the lady did sing a cantons
Of h'r h'ro in a distant landeth.
Of the one she’d dearly did love f'r so longeth,
Holding tight his lett'rs in h'r handeth.
Oh, mine own song, song of a maiden’s true loveth,
To mine own lief one traveleth with the travelling lamp.
To the one who is't katyusha loves so,
Bringeth mine own greetings to that gent, one by one.
Alloweth that gent knoweth yond i am true and faithful,
Alloweth that gent heareth the cantons yond i sendeth.
Aid that gent as that gent defends our home yond grateful,
True katyusha our loveth shall defend.
Apple trees and pear trees w're a floweth'r,
Riv'r humour wast rising all 'round.
Young katyusha wenteth strolling by the hour
On the steep banks,
O’'r the rocky did grind
Идея использовать старое письмо весьма интересная.
Nobody:
Me in texts: The milk truck is here
My mom: we don't have milk trucks here.
Me: *THE MILK TRUCKS ARE SHOOTING ROCKETS AT THE HOUSE*
shooting milk bottles.
@@aipkmn with explosive filler
Germans at kursk be like
Mom: very funny, im coming to the house son.
hours later
Mom and the police i guess: *_What the cru-_*
Russian milk trucks are the most deadly milk trucks in the world
Ah yes, I remember hearing this one on my journeys through the Kievan Rus’.
Same man. Brings back memories
King: "Peasant arth thou playeth me a fine song!"
Peasant: "What song King alexander?"
King: Ye ol'Katyusha."
So basically you made the original katyusha rendition
Fair enough
Greetings, Comrade General!
How's it going brat
Hey, it's marshal Zhukov
@@tuanskywalker8240 surprise
O ye will see ze moight of da Third Rome today, heathen
I've been singing this song to myself all day, and now I find out you've made a medieval cover
Truck-kun got so good at his job that he was able to sent the Soviet Union back in time to the Medieval Ages in 1991.
Fun fact: there essentially were medieval Katyusha trucks... just on the other side of Siberia. They were the Korean Hwachas.
excelente cover
_"When Kievan Rus turned _*_God_*_ mode on"_
Mongols: *_RUN!_*
I mean the Poles did stop the Mongols just as they did the Ottomans
Kievan Rus' warriors mocking them:
why are you running? WHY ARE YOU RUNNING? 😂😂😂😂😂
Вот так всё намного интереснее звучит. Молодец автор канала.
I heard this song since I was a child, I didn't realized that basses sounds pretty good
The Teutons aren't ready for this one
Und jetzt das ganze nochmal, aber gespielt auf der Stalinorgel...
Jawohl, Herr Kommandant !!!!
@@mikydicy2565 I am just rofling of both comments.
Zum Himmler nochmal, jetzt Reichsadler! Wehrmacht denn sowas?
@@ManOfTheWeek596 Euda Schwed, des nen I a gutn Reim.
@@lepingas2401 Den find' ik och jut!
Расцветали яблони и груши,
Поплыли туманы над рекой
Выходила на берег Катюша
На высокий берег, на крутой
Tsardom artificers reverse-engineering a hwacha be like:
dude I thought that your profile picture was selected as it was blue :P
The idea for show/Anime
Musician gets teleported back in time to medieval times and doesn't know what to do to survive until he plays a song and everybody loves it so he proceeds to recreate all the modern songs in medieval style so people like them more.
@Nefomemes awww.....
Here, I have a short story. I don't know why this suddenly came to my mind when I listened to this song...
*One day in a village on the outskirts of the forest, a young man with long white hair and a green robe came carrying a wooden staff. Not long after, the children in the village surrounded him.*
Child 1: Wanderer, do you have a story?
Child 2: Tell me your new story, wanderer!
Child 3: I want to hear the story of your journey!
Child 4: I want to hear your fairy tales!
*The Wanderer smiled, then sat on a rock surrounded by the children.*
Wanderer: Heeh? Okay okay, I'll start the story here. This is a story about two young knights who fall in love, but are hindered by war....
Child 1: Hindered by the war?
Wanderer: *Smiles and nods* Hindered by war, until fate brings them together again... *Look at the sky* A letter that brought them together again, forever....
*~ The End ~*
A soviet open world rpg? I dig it.
S.T.A.L.K.E.R.
When the Celts want to invade your village but you want to invade their fears
this song is beautiful to begin with , but with the medieval version it makes it even more BETTER!
This legit sounds like a soundtrack to a fantasy game
Crusaders: we could definitely steal- I mean borrow this to retake the holy land 🙂
that's the best version!!!
Песню "Катюша" мы учили еще в детском саду, когда нам было лет по пять.
То самое легендарное оружие древних русов для борьбы с ящерами
Meu bisavô por parte de pai era da Divisão Azul, e cantava essa música para nós toda noite antes de dormir desde que minha bisavó morreu, ela amava essa canção, faz 3 anos que ele morreu e agradeço por quem trouxe essa música à tona novamente
When you and your homies defending Rus against German-Teutonic knights with a siege weapon called Katyusha
Byzantine Empire: My Balkans
Slavs, Serbians, Bulgars: Our Balkans
Ottomans: Good day, say what now?
Flemish: goedendag
@@YataTheFifteenth Greeks: Good night Ottomans...
@@captaingreek rashidun caliphate : what the hell is that greeks?
@@jeansunaryo It "is"what exists in Mediterranean sea more than 1000 years before Rashidun Caliphate appeared...
Как же прекрасна Катя!
When your emperor is called Karl Franz, but your Helstorm rocket battery crews are from Kislev.
INTO THE MOTHERLAND THE KARNSTEIN’S ARMY MARCH
Too much culture in this two comments
Германия: *Вторгается в СССР*
СССР: "Та́къ значитъ вы̀ выбрали сме́рть."
Bro this is definitely a medieval weapon.
I liked how every other cover is a medieval version of the thing but this one is a straight up rocket launcher truck
Edit: spelling
"Legend goes that the Russian technology was so advanced that they conqueror many lands"
this is the only rendition of katyusha other than the original that isnt just anime, bravo
Yeah I hate all the anime versions they're garbage
When Karl Franz pulls out his hellstorm rocket batteries
The sog is about a girl who is reminiscing of her lover who fighting for their homeland.
It is kind of a sad song.
*the SOG*
@@rolandom.valenciano3086 why so soggy?
@@stonnoa *THE SOG*
Ah yes. Generic slavic folk song lyrics.
@@xernax1841 Ah, yes. A generic RUclips comment.