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Our challenging Soviet man
Tram crawling among nocturnal universe
Along the shops, parks and pharmacies.
And in him you doze quietly after the change,
Our difficult, the Soviet people.
Wounded in the overcoat is not on growth,
Covering him the entire twentieth century,
You died so proudly and so simple,
Our difficult, the Soviet people.
In the name of a righteous life, free,
Where will happiness equally to all,
You won, hungry and cold,
Our difficult, the Soviet people.
You build buildings, plow and fish,
Fly up to the stars and bredesh through the snow,
You are dear to me - laugh or cry -
Our difficult, the Soviet people.
Well, when you zadremlesh in the tram,
Or in the desert, or in the mountain rivers,
I am your tired sleep bless,
Our difficult, the Soviet people.
1964