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40 lines
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My Moscow
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I used to go a lot of light,
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He lived in a dugout in the trenches, in the forest,
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He was twice buried alive
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I knew separation, loved in anguish.
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But I always used to be proud of,
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And everywhere I repeated the words:
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My dear capital,
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My golden Moscow!
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I love the woods near Moscow
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And thy bridges over the river.
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I love your Red Square
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And the Kremlin chimes.
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In cities and remote villages
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About you not silenced the rumor,
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My dear capital,
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My golden Moscow!
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We will remember the severe fall,
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Gnashing of tanks and glint of bayonets,
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And they will live through the ages of twenty-eight
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The bravest of your sons.
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And the enemy will never achieve,
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To tip your head,
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My dear capital,
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My golden Moscow!
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Over Moscow banners of glory,
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Triumphant people.
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Hello town of Great Powers,
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Where our beloved Stalin lives!
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We will always be proud of thee,
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Will live your glory through the ages,
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My dear capital,
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My golden Moscow! 1942
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