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54 lines
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our song
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Here again, through the distance and smoke
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We breathe the storm ...
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At one table sit,
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Under the same roof.
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Someone dropped the Dnieper,
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Someone took the Carpathians ...
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Zapoom song or something,
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Old soldiers!
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What we years that comfort,
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We are long enough ...
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Young podpoyut,
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Young will pick up!
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We stayed away from the mothers,
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Drank from the well ...
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We have gone from the youth,
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You still have to.
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We transcend separation,
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Our souls are sacred,
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If we still sing,
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Old soldiers.
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What we years that comfort,
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We are long enough ...
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Young podpoyut,
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Young will pick up!
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Remember and grieve,
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Others do not offend.
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We are coming day We look
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And we see yourself there.
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Year after year, day after day,
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Flashed date ...
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Our song we sing,
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Old soldiers.
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What we years that comfort,
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We are long enough ...
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Young podpoyut,
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Young will pick up!
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Next - the right shoulder,
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Leading the way - good luck.
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The more we fall in love,
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Well, we are even more so!
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Outside the window, spring thunder,
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Days dawn hug.
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It is you and I sing,
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Old soldiers.
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What we years that comfort,
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We are long enough ...
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Young podpoyut,
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Young will pick up! 1971 |