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Whistles the Wind - Итальянский
Whistles the wind and the storm rages,
broken shoes, and while we must go
to conquer the red spring
the rising of the sun of.
To conquer the red spring
the rising of the sun of.
Every country is home of the rebel,
each woman gives him a sigh,
guide him in the night the stars,
strong heart and arm to strike.
On the night the guiding stars,
strong heart and arm to strike.
If we grasp the cruel death
It takes revenge will come from partisan,
now sure is already the hard lot
the cowardly and traitorous fascist.
By now the safe is already hard fate
the cowardly and traitorous fascist.
The wind stops, the storm calms,
back home the proud partisan,
waving his red flag
victorious, we are free at last.
Waving his red flag
victorious, free at last siam.1943