We have lost a lot, our loved ones died, but we are not alone
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We are not broken. |
If you hear me - you are the resistance
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If you hear me, you are the resistance...
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Cover your eyes with plaster
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The banknote became a shepherd
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Plug your ears with cotton
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After all, you are not to blame
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Let's pretend
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That all this is not
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Well, or it certainly doesn’t concern you in any way ...
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Maybe then they will rape, they will not cut you
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Mash, Natasha, Len, Ivanov and others Vasya
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There are a lot of people, Russian cattle
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Feed you shit - you will say jam
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I made you angry - you are offended
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You can't see anything further than the view from the window
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Information in the public domain - take it,
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But among the blind, even the guides are blind
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The one who wants to live does not need to be taught to live,
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But if the wolf became the shepherd, what will the flock do?
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Two eight two for the self-defense of nations
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The system will seduce - offer to sell,
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But you go into denial - causing more damage
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Resistance is self-defense
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For your life, for your ideas
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Without a drop of doubt, not at all shy
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Under the quiet whisper of the enemy "Let's give up"
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Blood says: "Don't you dare, defend yourself" |
Not a step back - her native faith echoes
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And you go to any battle calmly and measuredly
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Confident in the rear - the brothers will cover,
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And as for the dogs of the system - do not care about them
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The dog pats the flesh, but does not bite the soul
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When it is given to see at once - you understand better
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Instilling faith in people - stop fighting
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The mighty of this world will themselves crawl to surrender, to you...
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The resistance force is you and me
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Together like red-hot links
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The resistance force is you and me
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We hold the pressure until the last ...
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From under the floor was enough propaganda in full
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It is even clear to the wretched and stupid - this is war
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And by the way, the enemy has no choice
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Die or honor our sovereignty
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Under what guise do the devils knock on the door
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What stuff the deaf outskirts of a matte gelding
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We buried our own and received answers
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The spirit is hardened by loss and the north wind
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Now, at the entrance, the air froze in silence
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The first channel of the camera is not looking there
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There, the defenders of the family are cut by the enemy
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And there, in the icy twilight, faith will become iron
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Every rustle stops over the water surface
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A flirtatious person is immediately called a whore
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Selling poison, a nuclear explosion is more dangerous |
Death in battle by law, privileges and happiness
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Even choking on rot, we will survive anyway
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After all, this faith only made a fortress out of a hut
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No hurricanes can tear out the foundation
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If the sky is in the eyes, there is a flame in the hearts
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And we will cleanse the night with all our might
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For before dawn the creature dives into the cracks
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So jump into your slippers, get out of your breath
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Our principles are perhaps too greyhounds
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On dirty verandas between cold houses
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Killing ourselves in the blood we found a pearl
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That's when the foundation was born.
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From the cut yet, but the steel word
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Take care of yourself so that you don’t disappear ahead of time
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And in the darkness of the gateway, look behind your back
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Hold the pressure, as red-hot links hold
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You hear the breath in the night - this is the militia
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The resistance force is you and me
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Together like red-hot links
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The resistance force is you and me
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We hold the pressure until the last ...
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From time immemorial, we, the Greeks, call these heroes Rosichs or Russ.
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Russian men are valiant warriors. |
During raids, not many slaves can be taken from
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these Slavs, for they all prefer death to captivity |