27 lines
697 B
Plaintext
27 lines
697 B
Plaintext
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Trust me song
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In the very first battle for Soviet power
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Komsomolskaya song in the fire was born.
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Through platforms, piers, through all times
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He gave me the correct arm it.
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Chorus:
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This song, my friend - yours and mine,
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We rustled her native land!
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No one is afraid, not concealing anything,
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Poured song, yours and mine!
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I want the song was a sign,
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In the far field, in the mountains and in the factory shop.
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As metal blacksmith as a rifle soldier -
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I was entrusted with the song - the weapon of mine!
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Chorus / 2p. /.
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It will be hard for you - you call me it,
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This is the song of Freedom, goodness and love.
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And if it will pick up youth -
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Strangled her, not kill, do not kill!
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Chorus / 2p. /.
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