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619 B
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22 lines
619 B
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bow homeland
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I gave you a full Motherland
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All that she could only give his son;
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On birches dew and radiance of the snow,
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Krasnotal beauty from native shores.
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Gave you wildflowers,
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Endless shining world.
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Well, you are, but what you are, what you mother
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In gratitude for all presented.
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I swear to you, mother, son, soldier oath
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Multiply, elevate labor and father's feat,
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And for dalyu roads where I would have to be
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His dear holy threshold will love.
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On a distant star and the edge of the taiga
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I bow your nivam, gardens.
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And in work, and in the battle for their motherland,
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For you will give blood to the last drop. |