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41 lines
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Communards will not be slaves
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Spilled world waxwings, rustled,
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When the morning dewy Path
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Us to the edge of the bandits were to be shot
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Near Kherson, and can, in Tripoli.
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But we sang and sang, not a clone of goals
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Tearing his shirt on his chest:
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"Never, never, never
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Communards are not slaves! "
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We are relentless gnawing hunger and the throat,
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We stagger typhoid winds
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But kept all of us - from the bones but of living,
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Yes, even from a desperate faith.
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And around poverty, bosota, nudity,
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But we have built, coal Rubai ...
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we were not going to bow ...
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Never never
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Communards will not be slaves.
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And in the name of Russia and far Grenade
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Against tanks with swastika
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We went into battle with the last bunch of grenades
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And explode the last bunch.
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Leaving the burning city,
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We whispered charred mouths:
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"All the same, we will win!
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Never never
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Communards are not slaves! "
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And neither of us craftsmen dodge or lie,
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Neither traitors all hypocrisy
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Do not have lack of faith in Soviet power,
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We do not have the Commune wrong!
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And communes to deal with no one going,
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We s get their own hands.
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Let us not die:
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"Never never
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Communards are not slaves ".1967 |