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59 lines
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Ballad of a Russian boy
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How can we forget those Russian boys,
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Lads, which was the home of the plant?
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In his father's old hats, rags pidzhachishek
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Leaving the boy in the seventeenth year.
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The breasts look them guns, they followed the wind roars ...
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So meet boys seventeenth year.
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Looks Revolution, eyes harsh:
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- Where are you from, who you are,
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What are you ready? -
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In response to rising stubborn hands:
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- We are ready to exploit,
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Ready for flour,
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To the joy of flying towards the lights,
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On hunger, the cold gravestones.
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On-the-job
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For the sake of tomorrow's days.
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Year after year, the dawn rose over the earth,
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Rose Russia, forgetting about the past.
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And I love their boys indulged,
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How he could, warmed their hearts.
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Just suddenly forty-one hit by fire,
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Boys belted soldier belt.
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Looking at them Motherland, eyes harsh:
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- Where are you from, who you are,
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What are you ready? -
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In response to rising brave hands:
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- Ready for battle
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On the years of separation.
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Ready for the joy of winning the lights,
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On hunger, the cold gravestones.
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On-the-job
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For the sake of tomorrow's days.
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And now the young rocket lifts -
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All you can desire, she gave the Fatherland.
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But with foreign polygons sleepless planet
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Death threatens to destroy the whole earth ground.
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Ashes nuclear storms incandescent -
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How do we make the boys, so that the youth lived?
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Calling their history, the eyes of the stern:
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- Where are you from, who you are,
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What are you ready? -
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strong hands raised in response:
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All the land of great
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Take on bail,
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Home planet, flowers, green!
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We love you in shimmering lights.
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We will do everything
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For the sake of your life,
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For the sake of tomorrow's days.
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