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700 B
Plaintext
33 lines
700 B
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Hello, Kursk
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Here again, I am here in these lands Kursk ...
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Sweet heart, hello, earth.
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Light wind and mother met me,
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And my military friends.
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Chorus:
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my Russia,
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With all my heart to you,
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With the fate of thy labor.
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Remember the evening as the mother burned the gardens,
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As roads are bloody,
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On the streets of these fathers fought,
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Children to grow up and be loved.
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Chorus.
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That night I go to sleep at dawn dawn,
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Dreaming about the wonderful life.
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Again from apples tend branches to the ground,
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Newly ring nightingale song.
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Chorus.
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You are dear to me, my region, to resist the storms,
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I love your given steppe.
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All Russian native I love to tears,
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And my Kursk - a Russian three times!
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Chorus.
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