przemowoAnalizator/piosenki/Not_for_those_distant_sea.txt

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Not for those distant seas ...
Not for those distant seas,
Not for the fogs of the wave -
Our share goes with us
According to the Soviet native country.
We won it hard,
During her battle fought with the enemy,
The ground we were looking happy -
Land we are happy to have found it!
We have bread in the steppes sow.
We breed gardens and forests.
No winds-winds
Not zasushat Russian heart!
And the land becomes more beautiful,
And the soul of all the joyful singing.
Our strength - our future
As the sun rises springtime!
As the sun rises springtime,
In the spring and warm caress,
Our happiness with us goes,
We ought not to seek it! 1949