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32 lines
888 B
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Communist
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He first went through the smoke of the fires,
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His death in battle waylaid,
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But that way, where comrade fell,
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My country has led to the victory.
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Above brimstone dalyu wounded cropland
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Dawn was engaged, sad and misty ...
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He was the best friend of our,
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And his name was - Communist.
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He was the first in the land of harsh,
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Face to face, he met with the taiga.
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Where he passed, the city grew a new,
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Then rose up the dam over the river.
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Life goes it dear fearless,
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And this path is difficult and sometimes flinty.
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He was the best friend of our,
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And his name - Communist.
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His dream, as the world is enormous,
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His stubbornness cosmos conquered,
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And next to it, millions today
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Ordinary people, brave as he was.
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All the forces of I will give to the happiness of the Motherland,
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And I'll be brave heart and clean,
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To become at the forefront of our lives,
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To call me - Kommunist.1959 |