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32 lines
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But that's not it, friends
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For peaceful Charco long nights
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You could tell the hour,
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Like a bullet whistles and rumbles like a bomb -
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But it's not that, my friends!
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And the fact that among the roar and flame of battle
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Always live in our hearts
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Relatives, friends and all that expensive,
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What people call the homeland.
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Perhaps to this story, the girls,
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I would add particular
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And the fact that it is sometimes scary -
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But it's not that, my friends!
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And that at the front to fight the enemies,
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Cherished songs are sung,
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And the letter read, and even laugh
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From the death of ten minutes.
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It happens sometimes, girls, vzgrustnetsya,
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Will pull in their homes.
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And the song is interrupted, and the heart becomes clogged -
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But it's not that, my friends!
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And that under the roof of your house
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It is pleasant and joyful to us,
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What to visit, it seemed we were strangers,
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But it turned out, in fact - to friends. 1944
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