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12 lines
297 B
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The freight car
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Burns down the Volga sunset,
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And the rails compositions rattle
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And take away the van of soldiers,
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Defended in the battles of Stalingrad.
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Heavens above the earth ocean,
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The warm air smells of spring,
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A freight car in playing the accordion
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And sings the young sergeant in 1943 ... |