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Our challenging Soviet man
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Tram crawling among nocturnal universe
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Along the shops, parks and pharmacies.
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And in him you doze quietly after the change,
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Our difficult, the Soviet people.
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Wounded in the overcoat is not on growth,
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Covering him the entire twentieth century,
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You died so proudly and so simple,
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Our difficult, the Soviet people.
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In the name of a righteous life, free,
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Where will happiness equally to all,
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You won, hungry and cold,
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Our difficult, the Soviet people.
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You build buildings, plow and fish,
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Fly up to the stars and bredesh through the snow,
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You are dear to me - laugh or cry -
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Our difficult, the Soviet people.
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Well, when you zadremlesh in the tram,
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Or in the desert, or in the mountain rivers,
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I am your tired sleep bless,
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Our difficult, the Soviet people.
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1964
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