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742 B
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18 lines
742 B
Plaintext
the Motherland Duma
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When the evening star vzaydot on a blue sky,
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And hot day labor wearily lay his head,
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Then I hear your voice, a country of great distances,
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Seas midnight surf, cloudless fields breath.
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I hear the step of gray centuries tocsin bells ringing.
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In the holy struggle, the courage of your soldiers the hard way I see the motherland.
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Your breath I warmed, leading from orbit glorious years
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To distant stars brash light you to be strong, the country of heroes!
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Time passes over the earth. Fathers in the way children are replaced ...
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Homeland, to live your destiny - no more beautiful destiny in the world!
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Road distant calls, and there is no end in sight to her,
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And happy are they on it goes to your dreams, native land!
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