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533 B
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22 lines
533 B
Plaintext
Baltic sea roars
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Then sparks scatter my moon,
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The wave of strikes in granite ...
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Of those who died for the fatherland
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The Baltic Sea is noisy.
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I will never forget the cliffs,
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As a breast covering the coast,
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The bloody vests sailors
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They threw themselves on the enemy tanks!
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Under heaps of blasted steel
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They are heroes, went
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And in the battle to the enemy did not give
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Not an inch of their native land.
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Then sparks scatter my moon,
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The wave of strikes in granite ...
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Of those who died for the fatherland
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The Baltic Sea is noisy. |