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751 B
Plaintext
36 lines
751 B
Plaintext
For factory Zastava
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For factory Zastava,
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Where the sunsets in the smoke,
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Lived boy curly,
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Seventeen him.
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On the dawn of spring
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That boy dreamed
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Not only had he seen the light,
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Kind words are not heard.
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I knew he famously bitter,
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I knew joyless labor,
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Zhml quiet street,
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Where to stand whistles.
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The guy really wanted
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Happiness see here,
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For the workers' cause he went to war.
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Next to her faithful,
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He was quiet and timid,
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She was his first love
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I did not know how to explain.
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And she did not have time
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Even say a word -
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For the workers' cause
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He went to war.
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And chopped his sword, he fell to the ground,
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She gave blood to the last drop,
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In parting, he said:
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"I'm dying, but soon
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Our sun will rise. "
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The boy went at that time
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eighteenth god.1956 |