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27 lines
782 B
Plaintext
Song of Marshal Timoshenko
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Rides, rides on horseback Tymoshenko
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On the green, the dewy ants
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Battle flag in front of winds,
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Hey, my friend, companion, look!
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His feet rush the field,
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Make way for the trees, poplars ...
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Behind him the wind, the wind did not keep up,
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Blossoms in the gardens of scarlet poppy.
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That's not poppies bloom, the troops
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Waiting in line was the commander.
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Gold shines saber at his side,
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So that in the attacks menacing beat the enemy.
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Rides, rides on horseback Tymoshenko,
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According to the native and blooming side.
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the broad Ukraine, in the steppes,
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According to the green, on the banks of the Danube.
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For the People's Commissar, but for his marshal
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We'll go in and battle formidable win!
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Stalin banner winds ahead ...
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Hey, my friend, comrade Look! 1940 |