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963 B
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42 lines
963 B
Plaintext
The song about two friends
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They fought heroically in, in Russian
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Two friends in the infantry Marine.
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One boy was Kaluga,
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Another boy - Kostroma.
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They are exactly the brothers to stick,
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And shared bread and tobacco.
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And next to them curled ribbons
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In the fire of continuous attack.
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The bayonet struck the two friends,
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and death itself retreating.
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Come give life, Kaluga!
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- Walk fun, Kostroma!
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But here's a shell splinter
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Boy fell Kostroma.
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- have to mess around with me, -
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he is a friend remarked wistfully.
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- I know that no longer stand up:
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In the eyes of neprosvetnaya darkness ...
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-O death thinking early,
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Go fun, Kostroma!
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And he carefully lifted the other,
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But he groaned and fell.
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- Come on let life Kaluga -
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Comrade said, almost inaudibly.
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Losing consciousness from the pain
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Himself cheered pals.
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And quietly on a snowy field
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By his sailors crawled.
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Lead blizzard stopped,
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Gone deadly darkness.
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Come give life, Kaluga!
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- Walk fun, Kostroma in 1943! |