| Life as a gift, our life as a present from King Albert to Tsar Nikolai
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| Now the ship is sailing to the shore of Archangel
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| We move down to the Peterhof, Russia meets us with the solemn march
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| And soon we moved on to the Zbarazh, Ozerna and Tarnopol
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| We entered the war in Galizia
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| Hold the line, Minerva will cover us
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| The Hotchkiss machine gun poured lead in all directions
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| Send our messages to all boches — We will avenge for the Belgium!
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| 16 of us were killed in action
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| 16 of us in this Galizian sludge
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| They called home
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| After two years we’ve left this squalid place
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| We moved to Kyiv, but the bolsheviks banished us and we destroyed our cars
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| To prevent their capture and chose the highest way back home
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| Along the trans-Siberian railway to China and Vladivostok
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| On the ship «Sheridan» we sailed to the United States
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| In San Francisco they treated us like heroes
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| From Sacramento to Salt Lake City, Chicago, Detroit and New York
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| Finally we’re returning to France just months before the War was ended
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| Hello again, our lovely Belgium. |
| Wederom hallo, ous mooie België |