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70 lines
1.6 KiB
Plaintext
Working Marseillaise
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Will renounce the old world,
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Otryahnom its dust from our feet!
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We do not need of the golden idol,
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We hated the royal palace.
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We'll go to our suffering brothers,
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We common people go to the hungry,
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With it, we will send the wicked curse -
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The struggle we pozovom.
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Chorus:
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Rise, raises, working people!
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Go to the enemy, hungry people!
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Distribute People cry for revenge!
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Forward, forward, forward, forward, forward!
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Rich, greedy fists pack
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Stealing your hard work.
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Then fatten your gluttons,
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Your last piece they tear.
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Starve, so they feasted,
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Starve to in the stock market game
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They sold the conscience and honor,
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To mock them over you.
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Chorus.
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You rest - the tomb alone.
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All his life arrears ready.
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The king of the vampire you are drawn wires,
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King vampire drink blood of the people.
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He needs for the army soldiers -
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Serve him sons.
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He needs banquets and the Chamber -
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Give him his blood.
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Chorus.
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I do not quite eternal grief?
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Arise, brothers, everywhere at once -
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From the Dnieper and to the White Sea,
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And the Volga region, the Caucasus and the Far -
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Thieves, dogs - for the rich
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And the evil vampire king.
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Bay, ruin them, damned villains,
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Lit up the dawn of a better life.
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Chorus.
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And rises over the bloody dawn
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The sun of truth and brotherly love,
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Although we bought at the cost of terrible -
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Blood nasheyu - happiness land.
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And freedom comes Godina:
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Perish lies, evil will disappear forever,
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And merge into one all the nations
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Loosely kingdom holy work.
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Chorus:
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Rise, raises, working people!
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Go to the enemy, hungry people!
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Distribute People cry for revenge!
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Forward, forward, forward, forward, forward! 1895 |