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37 lines
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The night before the fight
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I am on the night before the fight
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I looked in front of him,
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Dust road - Ukrainian Way ...
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Stands before me
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All the expensive,
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For what we are fighting in fierce battles.
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My favorite city
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Amid the ashes and smoke,
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In German captivity own family ...
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I was sitting sullenly
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And I think a thought:
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What is left now for me? ..
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severe lead
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We reached the bride
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With high Dnieper native shores:
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Under enemy tank
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Lies partisan,
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Grenade exploded themselves and the enemy ...
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Well, what do you say,
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To tell you,
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After all, everyone tasted what it means war.
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Each mountain,
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Big as the sea,
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And just without boundary, and also without a bottom ...
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I can see the ruins
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A native of Ukraine,
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And reckoning thirst burns me.
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I can not breathe
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And I can not live,
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While not free native land! .. 1942
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