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22 lines
668 B
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The song is the fifth division
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That's not a downpour crushed grass in the meadow,
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That's not the wind knocked apple flowers -
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Funneling a Pridneprovya Polish lancers,
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Just go fans ponytails!
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Groaned owls over the Berezina,
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Wind wears the feathers of the White Eagle.
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This fifth steps chascheyu timber,
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This is the fifth attack on the enemy has gone!
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Clouded waters of the Neman and the Bug,
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Move the red arrow of the river.
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We are fighting in the north, from the south beats Budyonny,
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Rolled to Warsaw lord's shelves!
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We native country will not give offense,
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Let no one on our shores.
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We walked near Warsaw, stormed ...
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We showed our strength fierce enemies! 1935 |