28 lines
805 B
Plaintext
28 lines
805 B
Plaintext
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In the face of the Motherland
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I have in this life is very little need,
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And those years that I have left to live,
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I would like pensive icon lamp
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In the face of the motherland solemnly shine.
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Let my light barely illuminates
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Her face immortal beauty,
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But it burns, he still shines
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And its pale beam drops in the world overnight,
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Softening gently stern features.
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O my homeland, in its simple overcoat,
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The puds boots, loving sons,
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You rose through the storms and blizzards,
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Saving the world, did not believe in you.
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And you saved them. For centuries. Forever.
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From the East poured light! Again, go to the star
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Tortured by grief men,
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Again in tears bow down to you!
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And I will be a great reward
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And joy and precious know
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That these days quietest icon lamp
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I could before the face of the motherland shine.
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