We’re From The Future movie makes the audience look at the realities of the Russian front line with quite literally a contemporary set of eyes. Four young men, living in modern-day St Petersburg, make their money by digging up and selling old war relics. They have no respect for the past, the sacrifice of their forefathers or the final resting places of the dead, and one even associates himself with a new breed of skinhead Russian Nazis.
The four have no qualms about what they are doing, which seems to be a common practice, until they stumble upon a set of old documents a battle site. Their own documents. Four Russian soldiers with their names and faces. Thinking they are hallucinating on cheap vodka, the group race down to the lake to swim off their trance, but find themselves surfacing in the lake over forty years earlier – Russia, 1942.
Lyrics:
Thanks for it all, my dearest friend
For being a friend to the very end
For those honey-grass meadows
For the sharp moon above the meadow
For those honey-grass meadows
For the sharp moon above the meadow
Thanks for that village on the river
Forgetting my tiredness when I went thither
For the feelings your verses created
For the verses that left me elated
For the feelings your verses created
For the verses that left me elated
Thanks, that I needed your love
Even more than I needed bread
And for letting me think you were someone else
And then getting inside my head
And for letting me think you were someone else
And then getting inside my head
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