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41 lines
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Song front shoemakers
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Getcha, getcha, our shoemaker's hammer,
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We work goes goes.
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Getcha, getcha, as in the hour of danger alarming
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Knocking in combat "Maxim" -machine guns.
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We have one road frontline,
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She heard the familiar steps.
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Go ahead, a fighter, not tired,
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You soul mending boots!
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Chorus:
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Wear, wear, do not wear out,
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And who did - do not ask,
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But remember, where was possible to see.
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Walk - Goody soles
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Good selection,
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Indeed, in every case you need a nail! /-2r./
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I remember, remember the eyes of blue -
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Maiden to the health of the heart come.
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There are others, "love" - a simple,
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We have a love of shoes began.
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I fixed her shoes in the fashion,
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And giving to the house hold.
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I talked, of course, about the weather
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And the same evening passionately loved.
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Chorus.
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In combat, there are many such,
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What not to say, the pen can not describe:
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He lays his hand with a bullet fighter
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When it began to creep up the German.
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He wanted to pull off boots with Breastfeeding
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And behind the heel so it was pulled,
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When a fighter shoed - of the rifle,
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And boots - in the face, there is strength!
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Pripev.1943 |