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37 lines
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Song about Chapaev
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The Urals lead whipped rains
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Boil a desperate battle,
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And fights Chapay, partisan division commander,
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For a free people work.
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And the enemies are coming at every inch,
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Each tower guns looks.
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But Chapaev not accustomed to retreat in battle
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But Chapaev always ahead.
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And whether Chapay flies like the wind of the steppe,
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Or ascend the steep Berezhok -
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He's stubborn fight and told the night
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All just a dream protects.
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Blossom like a garden, reclaimed the edge,
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Will he be rich and strong.
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Life will be good ... Oh, to live, Chapaev,
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Until happy, desired time!
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A cloud of black night sneaks in the desert,
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Barely audible knock horseshoe ...
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Oh, do not sleep, the soldiers! Oh, Chapaev, do not sleep!
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It's death sends Kolchak.
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Covered in blood floated through Chapay river
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Enemy bullets pierced hand ...
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Do not make a noise you, the river, not the swamp, do not shake!
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Oh, why did you, the river is wide!
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Waves groan in anguish and running still ahead ...
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Anyone ... Only the wind hums ...
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But Chapaev Chapaev died ... live!
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He, like the banner, always ahead! |