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Baksan
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Where snow sweep paths,
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Where are formidable peaks,
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The songs are composed and sings
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Climbers fighting force.
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We began in the fighting family mountain
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Not afraid of storms and blizzards.
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Ordered, not debt charges were
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Exploration into the lair of the enemy.
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Remember, comrade,
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White snow,
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Slim forest Baksan,
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enemy bunkers
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Remember grenade and a note in it
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Under the rocky ridge to the coming days
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At stake in the smoke cracked branches,
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The steaming pot of strong tea.
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You come tired of exploration,
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I drank a lot and the same silence.
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Blue frozen hands
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Wiping the sweat from the machine,
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Deeply sighing at times,
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His head leaning back.
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Remember, friend, howling blizzard night,
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Remember how we cried to the face of the enemy,
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Remember, as a response to the roar of the machine,
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Do you remember when we came back to you in the squad.
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Where day and night twisting squalls,
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Where the top of menacing in the snow,
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We closed firmly passes
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And not a single step was not given to the enemy.
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Day comes, decisive blow,
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The fight will go the people for the last time,
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And then he will say that not for nothing
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We fought to the death for the Caucasus.
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former Time flies like smoke
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In memory of the last traces of scatter,
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But do not forget us these terrible days,
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Forever keep them in its memory.
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Jokes do not teach in our camps,
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If you have to fight in the mountains
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Instead, you take an ice ax automatic,
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As if on insurance, prizhmesh his butt.
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Remember, friend, white snow,
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Slim forest Baksan, bunkers of the enemy,
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Bones Basse graves under Uzhboy,
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Remember friend, remember dorogoy.1943 |