43 lines
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43 lines
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guerrilla quiet
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On a halt in the deep secret Württemberg
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Floats over the river pale blue-gray mist
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Gets a barely audible song out of the fog,
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Quietly song forest partisans.
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The fire decomposes, so dashing did not work,
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Cigarette and not the heat of the moment, look,
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Only song zatyanesh so softly, almost inaudibly,
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So that only the words echoed in his chest.
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Chorus:
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Beat the enemy anywhere!
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Beat the enemy with anything!
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Many of them fell, but still not enough!
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Few of them had fallen! It should be more!
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Sweeps over the edge of a song that burned,
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Saturated with the blood flying through the meadows
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Great hope for those who have offended
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And black death fierce enemies!
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Calling it secretly, she rings hollowly
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And if you will break - the beats ahead!
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Bees fly bites lead
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And the red heaves up cock!
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Chorus.
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Iron song of struggle and courage ...
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Instilling fear and terror rapists
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She hovers over the quarter of Prague,
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On the outskirts of Paris, in the Balkan Mountains.
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Thrusting a dagger, infusing poison
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She is on the heels of a fascist goes
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And Avenger gives immortal fame,
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And the new fighters for him leads!
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Chorus. 1943 |