przemowoAnalizator/testSet/pos/What_you_long_sailor_fri.txt

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What you long, sailor friend
What you long, Comrade sailor?
Squeeze your moans and cries,
And both tapes hung mourning flag ...
Tell us what it all means?
Did not you, sailor, melee
With enemies fought heroically -
So that the same troubled your soul?
Tell us, Comrade, in my own way.
Friends, my sorrow, I'll tell you,
From you I will not hide -
Invisible injury, I wear a heart,
Bloody, burning wound.
There is flour that terrible death,
They got me to share -
Above the proud and the light of my love
Fascist dogs abused.
It took away to disgrace and shame,
Tied her tender hands ...
Her father was wounded, brother killed -
So I wrote a friend.
I lost them, and in the darkness of night,
As soon as I close my eyes,
My love I see in the hands of the executioners,
And in the blood of her lips biting.
And I have no rest either night or day,
I choke with rage,
And only in the attack, in a battle under fire
I revel in their revenge.
With a host of squeeze grieves together,
Cries and moans trehryadka,
{Option:
Cries and moans of sweet harmony -
She loved trohryadku ...}
Coming soon to hear the command "Fire!"
And thrown into death battle! 1943