42 lines
833 B
Plaintext
42 lines
833 B
Plaintext
Adzhimushkay
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From cannonade from cannonades
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Kerch burned away,
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Rows of soldiers, soldiers ranks
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The quarries were.
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Hold on, do not give up,
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Hold on, you're not slain,
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Adzhimushkay,
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Underground garrison.
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Again collapse, collapse again,
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And all around is dark.
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And I whispered, and whispered,
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Fallen political instructor:
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"Hold on, do not give up,
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Hold on, you're not slain,
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Adzhimushkay,
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Underground garrison. "
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And there is no water, and no water,
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And bread either,
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And only in the chest, and only in the breast
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Lives of hope light.
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Hold on, do not give up,
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Hold on, you're not slain,
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Adzhimushkay,
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Underground garrison.
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Gul cannonade rumble cannonades
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Carried away in the century,
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But still sound, but still sound
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Words from afar:
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Hold on, do not give up,
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Hold on, you're not slain,
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Adzhimushkay,
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Underground garrison. 1980 |