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69 lines
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War with War
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Grows and gains strength unanimous chorus,
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He can be heard in the whole world.
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And at midnight a secret conversation
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Dealers are in efire-
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Come true dark dealers
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Deadly cargo to all parts.
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Go to Angola in Seoul,
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In Scotland, in Saigon,
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Under the hundreds of seals - stocks of bombs,
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Death hundred thousand tons.
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Okay, sent luggage -
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Projectiles and everything else -
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Today will unload
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Dockworkers.
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They have long been waiting for work -
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The people are hungry,
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And it takes for any work,
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Anytime, anywhere.
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But heard the angry response
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Labor Unions:
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"Today there is no free hands
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For deadly cargo! "
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Though Loader loads needed
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He will not be out of the holds
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Carry shells for the war
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By the will of moneybags.
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The decision to take one
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Labor unions:
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For security - to the bottom
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Send your goods!
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Do not rake you over heat
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Working hands
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Let otchalat Salazar
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And Franco, together with you!
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Not hide your light of day
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night worrying shadow
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The whole world is ready for war with war,
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The whole world is honest work!
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To voice howling sirens
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I do not sound the alarm,
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I decided to go to Raymond Dien
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On the road surface.
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Before her, with a screech of wheels,
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On the road between polkstankov,
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stopped locomotive
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With a heavy load tanks.
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There is not a solid wall,
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Than those living people,
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What can as Raymond Dien,
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Guns found feeding.
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Powerful and united efforts
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Dispel anxiety Earth.
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So death scatters dust
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From volley with korablya.1950 boards
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