17 lines
559 B
Plaintext
17 lines
559 B
Plaintext
song of the Red Army
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Blind gun peel, backhand chopping block,
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And megaloptera crows circling above BATTLE.
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A bullet knows exactly who she does not like -
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Whom she does not like the land of crude lies.
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Blade you my cold, you are my strong point hungry,
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Do not cry, my mother, that the letters do not have a long time.
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He will not be in vain, our noble feat,
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And while the gold will come anyway.
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Do not give me mercy, I do not need a reward,
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And give me the rifle and give me a horse.
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And if I die, let the Red detachments,
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Let the Red detachments repay me! |