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890 B
Plaintext
42 lines
890 B
Plaintext
partisan
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The sun burns, quiet valley,
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Has died down in the valley of the battle.
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"Where are you, my daughter Irina,
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What happened to you?
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Ile your ear does not hear,
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Ile reached you into trouble ...
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Answer me! - Your old
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Brought water to you! "
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Daughter is silent, does not answer,
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It does not go ahead,
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home does not meet his mother,
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Spring water does not drink.
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She sleeps under the sun burning,
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She sleeps with a gun in his hand
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In bulk, on fuel,
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Bloodstained sand.
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Mother tired hands
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Digging the ground for it,
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Strand of hair has taken on a memory
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And another took a gun.
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And on the mountain rapids
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Over rocks and sand,
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With his people went
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On fascist shelves.
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For the country has gone home,
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For great things.
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And in spring water,
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What I was not drunk.
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Heart in anger, in the heart of the mountain,
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Heart cries and sings
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In the valleys and on the hills
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Division was ahead! 1947 |