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32 lines
626 B
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Let's go, boys, calls
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Enough, boys with sweet goodbye,
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The path is far:
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Let's go, boys, calls
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In the city of Taganrog.
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Our Batko were guerrillas,
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I grew up in the fire,
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When the rifle, with a revolver,
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On a spirited horse.
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Dear mothers and sisters,
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Do not be sad eyes:
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Bullets mark, sharp swords
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Protect you.
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We will cherish the edge of his inviolable
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From end to end.
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Glorious Marshal Voroshilov -
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We own father!
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Let our Cossacks do not grieve,
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Dance in a circle.
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The will of the Don freestyle
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The enemy does not take away!
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Enough, boys with sweet goodbye,
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The path is far:
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Let's go, boys, calls
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The city Taganrog.1938 |