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78 lines
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The Red Wedding - Немецкий
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Red Wedding greets you comrades
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Keep your fists ready
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Stop the red lines closed,
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Then the day is not far off
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Let us fight as socialists finally in a front
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Fellow workers, communists, Red Front, Red Front
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Left, left, left, left,
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The drums are beaten,
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Left, left, left, left,
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The working class marches.
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We do not ask you for association and party
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Are you just being honest in the fight with it
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Against injustice and reaction.
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We are united by the need, by the famine.
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We bind the victims in the fight against the enemy,
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Our songs of the revolution.
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Red Wedding greets you comrades
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Keep your fists ready
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Stop the red lines closed,
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Then the day is not far off
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Let us fight as socialists finally in a front
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Fellow workers, communists, Red Front, Red Front
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Left, left, left, left,
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The fight will be continued,
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Left, left, left, left,
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A scoundrel who capitulated.
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We carry the truth from house to house
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And chase the lie the chimney
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As Karl Marx and Lenin taught
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And also beat the enemy our best dead
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The Wedding comes back and Berlin remains red,
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Thus Germany is the Germans.
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Поздний вариант:
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Left, left, left, left!
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The drums are beaten,
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Left, left, left, left!
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The Red Wedding march!
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We carry the truth from house to house
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And chase the lie up the chimney,
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As we taught the comrades.
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We feed the hatred and we stir up the embers,
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We heat the heart with strength and courage
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Until the proletarian belongs to us.
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Red Wedding, you greets, comrades,
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Keep your fists ready.
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Stop the red lines closed,
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Then the day is not far off.
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Even the red sun glows blazing on the horizon.
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Fights, comrades, storm column.
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Red front! Red front!
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Left, left, left, left,
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A scoundrel who capitulated.
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Left, left, left, left!
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The Red Wedding march!
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They beat us enjoyed the dead,
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But the Wedding lives and Berlin remains red.
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It grows our secret army
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And bring the people back their freedom,
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Then the fascists feel our fist in the neck.
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Then we snatched him the gun.
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Red Wedding, you greets, comrades,
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Keep your fists ready.
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Stop the red lines closed,
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Then the day is not far off.
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Even the red sun glows blazing on the horizon.
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Fights, comrades, storm column.
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Red front! Red Front! 1929 |