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62 lines
1.2 KiB
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Red Army ditties and dances
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We beat our battalions
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Napoleon himself.
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There is nothing crafty
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What pobom and Hitler!
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German goes on the trail,
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Tears and kapayut-
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He remembers about point B
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The legs themselves skedaddle!
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Do not pity the lead, comrade,
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Bay-fascist Satan!
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At Neve his udarish-
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Will respond to the Don!
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Her husband was gone Frau Bertha,
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Sends requests and envelopes:
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Where are you, dear? -The Don!
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What are you doing? -Tons!
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Like a thief too
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Mark back Yam Izhora.
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Let him come, give
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Nam-Izhora, a hole-it!
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As the fog rasseetsya-
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Simonchuk sight.
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Just look out the fascist
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Bryk - and not moving!
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More than a hundred nasty Krauts
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He sent without words
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Straight to heaven without a transplant
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A nice sniper Shcherbakov!
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There, in heaven, according to the rules,
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Fritz will dokladat:
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Shcherbakov directed us all,
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He promised to send more!
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Leningrad promises to take
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their main thug Germans.
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And they want to, and prickly
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Yes mom will not allow it!
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I attacked on the tongue,
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Only forces not calculated:
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In the face gave him slegka-
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Language lost language!
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Hitler master nefarious affairs,
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The dog ate robberies.
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Just a pity single-
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She should have it!
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Proudly fluttering red flag,
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Planes packs!
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The enemy will be destroyed
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On Stalin's orders! 1943 |