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