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19 lines
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Song of Marshal Tito - Serbian
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With Marshal Tito
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With Marshal Tito, the heroic son
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not even Hell shall stop.
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We raise our foreheads, we walk boldly
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and clutching a fist.
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All of pristine We Goths and we,
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We Slavdom ancient common.
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Whoever says otherwise slanders and lies,
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Will feel our fist.
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All the fingers in the color and kitty
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Partisan create awareness.
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So now what we need, to the sun, to the sky
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High we raise our fist!
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