32 lines
814 B
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32 lines
814 B
Plaintext
In the land of our roots
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In truth, our land, the land of our roots,
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And the power of the shoulders - from meadows and fields.
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Land and clothe, and feed the earth,
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You only himself to her no pity.
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Under the sky clear and blue,
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Earth - like a dream come true.
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Chorus (2p):
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Call me daughter,
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Call me a son,
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And I'll call her mother since childhood.
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Land prettier, greeting each other.
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Land for the enemy - as the fire is hot.
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And it often happens that Plowshares
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Zadenut when plowing a piece of sword.
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Dewdrops sparkling diamonds,
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And the stars are falling on the grass ...
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Chorus.
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On the cornfields and arable beautiful people,
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They plucked from the land of beauty,
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And if you land with all my heart not to love,
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Love this is not worthy of you.
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Under the sun of Soviet Russia
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On the proud land I live.
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Chorus. |