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officers
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From the heroes of yore
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Sometimes it is not left.
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Those who have taken mortal combat,
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They became just the ground and grass ...
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Only threatening their prowess
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He settled in the hearts of the living.
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This eternal fire, we settled on one,
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We keep in the chest.
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Look at my fighters -
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The whole world remembers them in the face.
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Here stood a battalion in the ranks ...
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Again old friends know.
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Though they do not have twenty-five,
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The hard way they had to pass,
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It is those who rose in arms as one,
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Those who took Berlin!
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No family in Russia such
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Where no memory was your hero.
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And the eyes of young soldiers
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With pictures faded look ...
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This look like a supreme court,
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For the guys that are now rising.
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And boys can neither lie nor deceive,
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With no way to turn! 1971 |