27 lines
652 B
Plaintext
27 lines
652 B
Plaintext
Polar Region
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Polar Region mists povit.
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Granite high northern land.
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There ocean raging Arctic,
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There go the ships fighting.
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Behind blue waves rustled,
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Surf tight in the steep rock beat.
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It was a seaman with a rifle in his overcoat,
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And good-bye to a friend saying:
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In the open sea, the icy granite
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I'm going to see violent dreams,
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How did you smash the enemy no rest.
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Severomorsk - the sons of the party.
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He fought tirelessly
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And not closed her death eagle eyes.
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He passed through the hills glory of young
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And up came the Kremlin towers.
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Polar Region mists povit.
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Granite high northern land.
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There ocean raging Arctic,
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There go the ships fighting. |