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27 lines
659 B
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recruits
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Puddles crisp, swirling through the streets,
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In the streets of rustling fall foliage,
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A little embarrassed, not yet up
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Marching recruits Autumn Moscow.
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Chorus:
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They go, go shoulder to shoulder,
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Go shelves birthday forty-five
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And I hide excitement do not want
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I say, happy way guys you!
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I remember when something like guys
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Marched in the forty-first under the roar of the batteries.
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In Rostov, Smolensk, Saratov, and in N-sk,
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Closing cap from the views of mothers.
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Chorus.
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And then, as a number of them escorted glance
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Stand on trotuararah, eyes,
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Excitement hug, yesterday's soldiers,
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Yesterday the soldiers who had gone to the reserve.
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Chorus. |