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717 B
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31 lines
717 B
Plaintext
Communism proud spring
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Dawn rises over the ocean of bread,
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Dawn lit expanse of flowing rivers;
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I am proud that I was born under this sky,
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I am proud that I was a Soviet man!
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My people of the land sung,
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working the land, love and karasoty;
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Revealed to us the distant planet,
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True high place.
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Chorus:
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The birthplace of the great, as the time
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Proud of communism's spring!
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Glory Forever Bright,
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wise,
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immortal,
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Forever young Country!
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We praise the work of our wand,
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Blooming gardens, krupneyut city
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And we have no one to put on your knees
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Not able for anything ever!
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We praise the life, the future for us,
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Sailing towards the sun globe,
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And proudly fluttering Leninist banner
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Over our wonderful country!
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Pripev.1962 |