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32 lines
713 B
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Song about Dovatora
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On the snowy plains, on slopes
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During sweeps platoon platoon.
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West seeks Dovator,
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Only a black burka vrazlet.
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Only the wind in pursuit of the trail
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Throws drifting snow steppe ...
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Still far from victory,
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Yet one will fight.
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And maybe many comrades
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We'll have to leave the seat:
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By way of horse hoof
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Military blizzard covered with snow.
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And thinks Duma Dovator:
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Debris in the river bridges,
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But the Cossack horses winged,
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Cossack blows cool!
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Burning home village -
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The sky lights languages
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But the tanks are already on the offensive,
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And the lads moved blades!
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He flies under the banner,
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Who will keep an eagle flying ...
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And he remained in the legend,
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So he lived among the people! 1949
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