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47 lines
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Marshal Zhukov and the victory
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On our front the oldest
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Kaluga was the son of the village.
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Neulybayuschiysya Marshal
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We were led to martial affairs.
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All generals, he was stricter
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Trembled before him an insidious enemy,
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And we were afraid of him, too.
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Now, I admit, it was so.
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Chorus:
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Let the song comes to grandchildren grandparents
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About the character of the song:
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Marshal Zhukov and win!
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Marshal Zhukov and win!
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Marshal Zhukov and win!
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Always Destinations
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He appeared at a difficult hour.
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From defense to offense
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He led troops and believed in us.
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Everybody knows what a storm
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We overcame during those years.
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Above the map Marshal brow furrowed
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He did not smile ever.
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Chorus.
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Oh, this is the most terrible Marshal
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It was our friend - one big one.
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Not granite, not made of bronze -
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With a broad Russian soul.
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In Berlin, smoky after fight
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The guards listened to the order:
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Marshal came down the line
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He smiled for the first time!
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Chorus.
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In Berlin, smoky after fight
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The guards listened to the order:
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Marshal came down the line
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He smiled for the first time!
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Chorus. 1982 |