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We are rich in their work
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Beat the clock on the Spasskaya Tower,
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The sun rose over Moscow.
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Cities, forests and fields
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Labor Day meet.
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Awake rivers, mountains,
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Steppe, northern ice
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Our Russian expanses,
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Ukrainian gardens.
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On patrols, polustanki,
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meadows villages and villages,
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On Trohgorke on Taganka
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Bright-eyed day has come!
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Chorus:
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And sing whistles, trains, singing in the way,
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Singing field, praising the sunrise,
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Cities are singing,
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Soviet land, the people, the hero sings!
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From the Volga region to the Amur, from Polesie to Lake Baikal,
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From the gray peaks of the Caucasus to the Altai virgin land
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Our righteous friendship is stronger than solid metal,
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We are rich in their work, the truth of Lenin's true!
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Golden dawn spill
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Over the fatherland burns.
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Word affection and greetings
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Heart heart says.
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Pleasure to work
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Honor for the honor, with a twinkle,
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With all his heart wanting to merge
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With a total happiness entirely!
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Ardor of work increases
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Tirelessly, passionately,
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And shoulders, as it should,
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Others feel the shoulder!
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Chorus. 1947 |