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44 lines
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Avante "Forward" - Russian
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More about flowers in the dew,
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But the world of the knee in a thunderstorm
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And weeping in silence guitar.
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Sorry, the flower that age could not
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Save you from under a boot,
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That again he did not strike averted.
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Broad daylight - another blow
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And the blood on the strings of the guitar
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And the beauty fades without shouting
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But there is a flower in the grass,
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He did not bow their heads
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Is called the flower - carnation!
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Chorus:
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Avante! Avante! - the immortal words
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Avante! Avante! - reborn
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Avante! Avante! For peace and for justice
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Through the Sierra Maestra, through the years, and the Andes
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As the echo command! Next, Comandante!
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Avante! Avante! - the immortal words
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Today, the Atlanteans are born again
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Avante! Avante! For peace and for justice
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For the happiness of the planet, for our victory,
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Avante! Avante! - struck chimes!
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More about flowers in the dew
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But the world of the knee in a thunderstorm
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And weeping in silence Guitar
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And as the flower spikes missiles
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Flies Earth among the planets,
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Flies, not knowing the fire.
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There is a struggle for the right to live,
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Breathe, laugh and love
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But across the hope - anxiety.
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There is a struggle between good and evil,
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Freedom has called all of us
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Is Red carnations on the road.
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Chorus.
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