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The Ballad of the Unknown Soldier
We came to him on a summer evening
In the converse, the wasteland,
Where he died in battle the son of the Fatherland,
Red Army hero.
Chorus
We found him, nameless,
They took the hands of light dust.
A crimson dawn rose,
Woven sun in the wind.
On home soil gently - gently
We carried you, boy.
And experienced people wept.
Memory eternal deep.
Chorus
warrior mile sooner passed,
Do not forget his mother land.
And the soldiers lying in the heart of the country,
Near the proud walls of the Kremlin.
Chorus 1970