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my fatherland
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On appeal, on the marching trumpet call
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Battle Kremlin chimes like.
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Winged daring dream Ilyich
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You, Fatherland, you go through the years.
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And now you are high above the heavens,
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Window light peaceful warmth.
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How happy I am today,
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I was born in the spring expanse thine.
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Chorus:
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I know that I do not pass under heaven thy
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And not a guest in a foreign ship.
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It is your work, your being a soldier -
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no greater happiness on earth!
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In life I have seen many tears nagodu,
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Many women's and men's woes,
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But a person is not sadness, and you're not frowning eyebrows -
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Reclaimed thy rest battles.
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There are still many unknown routes,
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But you will be lighter and lighter.
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You know, because it depends on us,
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From the spring of your sons!
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Chorus.
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