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53 lines
1.5 KiB
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song KGB
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Security officer born in the struggle, the husband in hot battles.
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With the fiery pores many years have passed -
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Cap with the star, worn leather jacket
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The museum put under glass.
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But the enemy is preparing us again fires and wars,
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And heavy clouds hovering above the ground.
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The Soviet Union let working quietly,
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And to us, comrade, too early to retire.
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Chorus:
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Never mind that in his temples graying,
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And sometimes until morning unable to sleep.
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We are ready with you, old man,
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Repeat this fiery path.
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We value the trust of the people holy,
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And faithful to our glorious motherland is strong.
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Not for nothing on December seventeenth year
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We wear the name proud of the Cheka.
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Again, it sounds an alarm without hanging up the order,
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And his wife, as always, with his usual faith waiting.
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Dear comrade, not for nothing that we have with you
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The old Chekists name.
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Chorus:
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Never mind that in his temples graying,
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And sometimes until morning unable to sleep.
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We are ready with you, old man,
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Repeat this fiery path.
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About our names are not read in the newspapers,
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But that took trouble over the world party
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Let not sleep until morning in the offices
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Majors with the general's gray.
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Embedded in your hands a sword and shield own power -
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The enemy does not defeat the redoubt inviolable.
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Fanned eternal, unquenchable glory
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Traditions live Dzerzhinsky.
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Chorus:
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Never mind that in his temples graying,
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And sometimes until morning unable to sleep.
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We are ready with you, old man,
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Repeat this fiery path. |