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45 lines
1.2 KiB
Plaintext
Enemies have burnt native hut
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Enemies have burnt native hut
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Ruined his whole family
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Where will now go to the soldier
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To carry your sadness
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Soldiers went in deep sorrow
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At the intersection of two roads
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Soldiers found a wide field
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Grass overgrown hillock
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It is the soldier, and like lumps
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Stuck in his throat
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said the soldier
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Meet Praskovja
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The hero of her husband
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Prepare refreshments for guests
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Cover with a table in the house
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The day your holiday one will return
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To you I come to celebrate
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No one soldier did not answer
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No it is not met
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It was only a warm summer evening
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Grass gravestone rocked
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Sighed the soldiers straightened belt
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He opened his bag camp
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Bitter bottle set
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On the gray stone coffin
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Do not blame me Praskovja
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What I have come to you so
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I wanted to drink the health of
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And to drink for the dead
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Will meet again friends girlfriend
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But we do not come together forever
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And the soldiers drank from a copper mug
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Wine with grief in half
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He saw a soldier servant of the people
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And with a heavy heart told
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I walked over to you four years
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I won three powers
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Becoming exhilarated soldiers tear rolled
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Tear Lost Dreams
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And on his chest shone
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Medal of Budapest
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Medal of the city Budapesht1960 |