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47 lines
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On the field tanks rumbled
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Motors flame embraced
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And the tower lick languages
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I accept the challenge of destiny
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Direct handshake.
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Do not expect mercy - the enemy does not sleep
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The fire does not give mercy
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And the explosion Towers
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A hundred meters will carry.
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Revell clanking machine
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Splinters rained down on his chest
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Goodbye my dear, calm down
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And forget about me forever.
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Maroussia Goodbye, dear
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Goodbye HF - our brother
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Four bodies near the tank
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Complement the landscape of mourning.
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We derive from the wreckage
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Raise your hands frame
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And the shots of tower guns
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The final journey takes us.
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And fly there telegram
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Friends and relatives to notify
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That your son no longer return
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And do not come to visit
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Sobbing cry mother old
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Tear hand smahnot father
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And darling do not know
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What was the end of the tank driver.
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And will gather dust card
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On a shelf of forgotten books
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In tankistskoy form, uniform
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And it it is no longer the bride.
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Motors flame embraced
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And the tower lick languages
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I accept the challenge of destiny
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Direct handshake. |