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25 lines
659 B
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Spring forty-fifth year
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Earth turned towards the spring,
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Good weather today.
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Such was sometimes reminded me
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Spring forty-fifth year.
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Pass the year, but does not fade away
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And woe, and exploit the people.
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We came to a difficult road to victory
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In the spring of forty-five years.
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And if you're young and later born,
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Take the baton with stroke
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Victory salute and the first rain
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Spring forty-fifth year.
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Terrible for the enemies and bright for friends
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Working our breed.
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There are in each of your victory and my
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Spring forty-fifth year.
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Let there be a rocket skyward vzmetena,
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In clear sky heights
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For all generations of all time
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Spring forty-fifth year! 1970 |