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2020-01-09 21:13:45 +01:00
song of the Red Army
Blind gun peel, backhand chopping block,
And megaloptera crows circling above BATTLE.
A bullet knows exactly who she does not like -
Whom she does not like the land of crude lies.
Blade you my cold, you are my strong point hungry,
Do not cry, my mother, that the letters do not have a long time.
He will not be in vain, our noble feat,
And while the gold will come anyway.
Do not give me mercy, I do not need a reward,
And give me the rifle and give me a horse.
And if I die, let the Red detachments,
Let the Red detachments repay me!