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689 B
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17 lines
689 B
Plaintext
I fly over the home country
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I fly over the home country with the sun nezakatnym!
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Fly, swept me over the vast expanse of it!
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On the Union's see from a height, proudly stroking the wings!
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Of the country, where big dreams, blossom, become true story!
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We passed the land on foot from the whole end to end.
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And now we learn it, sky-high flying!
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How wide the world of gold, wonderful place, dear heart!
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Admire its beauty, deeply inhale its force!
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Flying over the river sinkers over gardens-cities!
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This is what we in our age of rapid erected with his own hands!
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With all my heart, selflessly loving the building, these fields;
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For the future, not for ourselves, we must make the earth happy! |