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30 lines
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Makhno was not looking
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Spotlight fumbles cautiously Hills
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And from this night it seems darker.
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That month I did not take off the tunic,
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Which month did not unbutton belts.
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I have in my left sleeve of the projectile,
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The tobacco pouch embroidered - fragrant home-grown tobacco.
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Soldier excess property is not necessary.
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Makhno, without looking, as they say at the front.
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A soldier keeps in his pocket faded overcoat
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A letter from his mother, but a handful of his native land.
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We have to win not regret anything.
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We even heart as HZ not cherished.
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What do you wish you today before the fight?
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After all, we in the fire and smoke go not for awards.
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Let's change the fate with you.
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Makhno, without looking, as they say at the front.
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We have not learned to walk hunched under fire,
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With housing casual leave not grieving.
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That's why what our native Guards Corps,
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One hundred grams of a trailer need a drink for you.
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As long as the clouds above the ground more closely,
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For us no peace and there is no turning back.
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So what you share me goodbye?
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Makhno, without looking, as they say at the front. |