26 lines
567 B
Plaintext
26 lines
567 B
Plaintext
We go from the plants and arable lands
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You burn, do not burn,
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Glow polyhanie our banners!
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a great way lies before you;
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Illumined age-old dream!
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Chorus:
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We go from the plants and arable land,
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With battleships and tunnels go!
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No breakage we are not afraid!
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Neither meltdown we are not afraid!
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No not scared rise!
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Before us are smoking spurs.
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Howling wind from mountain pipe.
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But nowhere sobomsya the road,
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Do not leave treasured trails!
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Chorus.
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So step, the comrades with us
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In gold, inspires century!
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You burn, do not burn, our banner!
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Puffed up, working people! |