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574 B
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27 lines
574 B
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Oh my fogs rastumany ...
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Oh, my fogs, rastumany!
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Oh, native forests and meadows!
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We went to the guerrillas march
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They went to war against the enemy.
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In parting, the heroes said:
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"Expect good news!"
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And the old Smolensk road
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Met intruders.
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Met, fire treated,
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Permanently laid in the woods
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For our great sorrow,
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For combustible our tears.
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Since then, so the whole of the county
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Villains lost peace.
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Day and night the guerrilla blizzard
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Over predatory buzzing head.
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Do not leave uninvited stranger,
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Its not see property!
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He, my fogs, rastumany!
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Oh, my dear storonka! 1943
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