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30 lines
891 B
Plaintext
On this festive hour
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On this festive hour you say, as always:
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Glory faithful hearts, glory to the working people,
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Those who ... / illegible /
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Who's hot furnaces tames fire.
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Chorus:
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Glory to those who are raising gold bread,
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Glory to those whose light and enviable fate,
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Who cherished goal distinguishes away,
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Full of life in business, for the land of happiness,
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Full of life in business, for the happiness of their native land!
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On this festive hour you say, as always:
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Glory to those who are in the forest creates the city,
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Who's flight reached the unreachable heights,
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Someone at our borders service brings peace!
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Chorus.
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On this festive hour let you be heard
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In any language of the song of our country.
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Let the sighing accordion, let him play zurna,
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Many songs we have, but the soul in them - one!
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Chorus.
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Full of life in the affairs of their native land for the sake of happiness! |