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Maxim's song
Ten rifles for the entire battalion,
In each of the last rifle cartridge.
In tattered uniforms, sandals full of holes
We beat the Germans in various ways.
he robbed and zhog all of Ukraine,
So for us was payback.
Hour approached, came the war,
Time, friends, to pay in full.
Here is the street, so this house
In the city of our forever home.
Street of the enemy will not pass,
In this house is bright, the enemy will not enter!
Guns and tanks attacking the Nazis,
Our pilots are flying to the west.
Black Hitler's vile power
Spinning, spinning, wants to fall.
1941