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On the Hills of Manchuria
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Pales fire
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Hills covered with mist.
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The gentle sounds of the old Waltz
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Gently lead accordion.
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With music in the way,
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He recalled the hero soldiers
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Dew, birch, blond braids
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Girl's cute look.
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Where are now waiting for us,
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Meadow in the evening hour,
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With the strictest Impatiens
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We danced this waltz.
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PM visits the timid
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Long gone and disappeared into the darkness ...
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Sleeping under the moon Manchurian hills
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The powder smoke.
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we have saved
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The glory of his native land.
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In the battles we are violent in the East
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Hundreds of roads have been.
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But also in a fight,
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In the distant foreign land,
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I remember in the bright sadness
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Homeland we own.
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It is far, far away
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At that moment, from the lights.
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In the gloomy night of Manchuria
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Swim out to it clouds.
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In a dark space,
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By night lakes
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Lighter than a bird, above borders,
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Above the Siberian mountains.
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Leaving the edge of a gloomy,
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Fly us into a joyful path
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All our warmest thoughts,
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Our love and sadness.
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Pales fire
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Hills covered with mist.
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The gentle sounds of the old Waltz
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Gently lead bayan.1945 |