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838 B
Plaintext
37 lines
838 B
Plaintext
Song Bryansk guerrillas
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In a dark grove deaf
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Partizan young
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He is hiding in ambush with a detachment.
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The autumn rain
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We will wait for the enemy
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And trample the fascist bastard!
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Neither sister nor his wife
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We are not waiting at the window,
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a mother on the table will be covered not.
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Our families are gone,
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Our hut was burned,
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Only the wind howling in the ruins ...
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And flying over the country
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This wind home -
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He believes the tears and wounds,
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So that they could at night
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avenge the executioners
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For children, for their fathers guerrillas.
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In a dark grove deaf
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Not the moon shone,
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In the sky, clear dawn died away.
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There Nazi convoy
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I hit the skids
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And explode on its own mines.
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In a dark grove deaf
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Partizan young
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He is hiding in ambush with a detachment.
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The autumn rain
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We will wait for the enemy
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And trample the fascist bastard! |