24 lines
620 B
Plaintext
24 lines
620 B
Plaintext
Marching song of the 11th Army
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Oh, you evil Astrakhan Sands,
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Trackless, without boundary, without end.
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Caspian cool Berezhki -
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No blade of grass on the way, not a tree.
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A lot of miles and a lot of grief over ...
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Many perished Bros expensive.
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blood pours heart in the chest:
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Do not forget the men who died on the way. *
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Our glory thunders along the Terek.
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Our glory keep fighting.
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Our glory speaks of victory
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Volga red from white will defend!
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Razozhmot enemies iron ring
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Red Army's mighty hand,
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And do not count illustrious fighters.
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Mother Volga - Soviet river!
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* Option: "Most of the dead on the road than alive." |