37 lines
602 B
Plaintext
37 lines
602 B
Plaintext
For native Moscow
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On Istra field
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Under glorious Moscow
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Unequal, hot,
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Boiled mortal combat.
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Burning farms,
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Burning gardens,
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The enemy rushed to the sacred
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Kremlin wall.
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Mingled with blood
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Earth and fire,
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Mix together
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And the cries and groans.
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Take courage, my dear,
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Crepe, Moscow,
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Are you wise Stalin,
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Are you the whole country!
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Suddenly column tanks
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Bolt on the enemy,
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And beats Rokossovskii
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Instructions to the leader.
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Next, for the Fatherland,
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Go ahead, Eagles!
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And piles of fascists
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The bullets went.
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Will be clouds with thunder,
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Will dawn,
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And more beautiful than before,
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Moscow shine! 1944 |