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2020-01-06 14:46:37 +01:00
Ballad of a Russian boy
How can we forget those Russian boys,
Lads, which was the home of the plant?
In his father's old hats, rags pidzhachishek
Leaving the boy in the seventeenth year.
The breasts look them guns, they followed the wind roars ...
So meet boys seventeenth year.
Looks Revolution, eyes harsh:
- Where are you from, who you are,
What are you ready? -
In response to rising stubborn hands:
- We are ready to exploit,
Ready for flour,
To the joy of flying towards the lights,
On hunger, the cold gravestones.
On-the-job
For the sake of tomorrow's days.
Year after year, the dawn rose over the earth,
Rose Russia, forgetting about the past.
And I love their boys indulged,
How he could, warmed their hearts.
Just suddenly forty-one hit by fire,
Boys belted soldier belt.
Looking at them Motherland, eyes harsh:
- Where are you from, who you are,
What are you ready? -
In response to rising brave hands:
- Ready for battle
On the years of separation.
Ready for the joy of winning the lights,
On hunger, the cold gravestones.
On-the-job
For the sake of tomorrow's days.
And now the young rocket lifts -
All you can desire, she gave the Fatherland.
But with foreign polygons sleepless planet
Death threatens to destroy the whole earth ground.
Ashes nuclear storms incandescent -
How do we make the boys, so that the youth lived?
Calling their history, the eyes of the stern:
- Where are you from, who you are,
What are you ready? -
strong hands raised in response:
All the land of great
Take on bail,
Home planet, flowers, green!
We love you in shimmering lights.
We will do everything
For the sake of your life,
For the sake of tomorrow's days.
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