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Song of the metro
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We believed we knew,
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That digging a trench,
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We are yours, Comrade Stalin,
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We carry out the plan.
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shovels gnawed
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We are a firm of land formation,
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Lights us smiling
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And rainbow bloomed.
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We argued with the nature,
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We believe in success,
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And in the roar of the winches
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I ran invigorating laughter.
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Was water up to the neck,
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He grabbed nine years
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And I dreamed of a new city,
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As the Victory Monument.
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In the tunnels of our will
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Shouted detachment / pavement in the darkness.
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We are building under the ground,
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We are building on the ground.
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Describe for centuries,
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And not one feather
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And then tell the children,
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As fighting for the subway.
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He worked as a hammer,
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He shook the underworld,
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He sang a song in Kazakh
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Mason, foreman.
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We Stalin reveals
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Happy our destiny.
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It should be cold marble
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Our great deeds.
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There, the sun smiles
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Concrete, brick,
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And Lazar Kaganovich
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We clapped on the shoulder
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Slashing layers of Kirk,
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Shouting "fire!" abrek (?)
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We are building under the ground,
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To believe on the ground. 1936 |