przemowoAnalizator/piosenki/I_fly_over_the_home_count.txt
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I fly over the home country
I fly over the home country with the sun nezakatnym!
Fly, swept me over the vast expanse of it!
On the Union's see from a height, proudly stroking the wings!
Of the country, where big dreams, blossom, become true story!
We passed the land on foot from the whole end to end.
And now we learn it, sky-high flying!
How wide the world of gold, wonderful place, dear heart!
Admire its beauty, deeply inhale its force!
Flying over the river sinkers over gardens-cities!
This is what we in our age of rapid erected with his own hands!
With all my heart, selflessly loving the building, these fields;
For the future, not for ourselves, we must make the earth happy!