28 lines
621 B
Plaintext
28 lines
621 B
Plaintext
Aviamarsh
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We were born to make a fairy tale come true,
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Overcome space and open space,
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We gave reason steel hand-wings
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Instead of the heart - a flaming engine.
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Chorus:
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Higher and higher and higher
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We strive to fly our birds,
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And in each propeller is breathing
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The tranquility of our borders.
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Throwing up his camera obedient
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Or creating an unprecedented flight
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We are aware of how the fleet is growing stronger air,
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Our world's first proletarian fleet!
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Chorus.
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Our keen eye pierces every atom,
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Our determination dressed every nerve;
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And, believe us, every ultimatum
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Fleet will be able to give an answer.
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Pripev.1921 |