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22 lines
569 B
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guerrilla
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Send guerrillas and bullets rang,
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And the heat of ringing blades,
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When native Ukraine dare
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The German move shelves.
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As the village stood up, and the Germans had fled,
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And the tanks rolled in the dust
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When we were beaten, cut and drove
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With the mighty Soviet land!
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Steppe on the beams we fought not in vain,
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We Homeland all the way!
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I raise the people and a mighty blow
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Smashed and shattered the enemy!
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And if the Germans climb to the cordon,
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Trumpeter will play in the campaign,
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The Soviet people fighting banners
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On the ground the enemy will carry! 1939 |