| Our expedition was recently created,
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| And it was not created in vain - we pay all the years.
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| And where we are heading is not the main thing,
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| The main thing is to keep it, not to know where.
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| Swamps, swamps, we trampled a lot,
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| Whether it was blood or sweat, the grass was watered.
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| We murmured in a whisper: "Damn you abyss!"
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| But they applauded the agitprop, clutching the bit.
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| Our path, no matter how you search, cannot be found on the map, and nothing can lead us astray from this path.
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| And the chief explained to our bright party:
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| “The main thing is to look for ways, but not to find them at all!”
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| If only they knew, they knew what would happen next,
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| They wouldn't give a miss if they chose that route.
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| We are not yet in Hungary, not even in Italy
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| (Padded jackets in the waist because they are too tight).
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| That work is nonsense and nonsense, all reports are data,
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| Everyone urged to take it honestly.
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| They took it - but there were no hands, tea, not suitcases.
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| And where to take it? |
| And when is the break?
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| And when will the light dawn? |
| Will we live without money?
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| Are the lines over? |
| (And what to stand for?!)
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| Lies, denunciations, slander, scoundrels, loafers will perish?
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| Very, brothers, I want to see it!
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| But hundreds of miles around so far only our public.
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| Maybe we're the only ones going in that direction?
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| The cries of the fool are heard, the speeches of the clever man are heard:
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| “Here, he says, is another rise!” - but again with a windbreak.
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| No one feels sorry for us and we don't feel sorry for ourselves,
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| After all, we are a factor, a material, and not a person.
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| Like a crow - Alkonost, Sirin - like a jackdaw,
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| Lost not lost - you will not return forever.
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| We were more right than the gods, more guilty than teapots,
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| But it is no longer possible to wait for a good king.
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| They will create enemies for themselves, they will create leaders ...
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| This is, frankly, a stupid path.
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| Our expedition is not rushing beyond the fogs.
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| Complaints, petitions, who will sort them out!
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| And about ex-potential with future deceit
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| An ex-provincial is lying to us... well, who doesn't?
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| I'm also lying to you guys, essentially unaware
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| How should we be, what should we expect, who is to blame,
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| And when we have a halt, and when is the victory, and whom should we defeat ... and at what cost. |