| Day, Monday is a working day.
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| For some reason I'm just lazy
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| Sing this shit
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| But where are you not a day,
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| In this city, every stump remembers this song by heart,
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| And all you have to do is pretend... and smile...
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| Here, on the ruins of their cities,
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| In the painted wilderness...
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| This motherland hides its face
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| It's someone laughing inside.
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| I crawled half the world, but so
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| And did not return home.
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| All of you are a faceless paradise for unrecognized Fuhrers.
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| The tram choked on people and spat out a bunch of emotions into the air.
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| Scream, barking from gates, someone burned to the ground again,
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| Leaving behind a warm place...
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| Here, on the ruins of their cities,
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| In the painted wilderness...
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| This motherland hides its face
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| It's someone laughing inside.
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| I crawled half the world, but so
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| And did not return home.
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| supporters, observers,
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| Regular customers.
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| Life and dreams
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| Breathe forward from dose to dose.
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| Blood ???, it doesn't matter for a long time:
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| You alone are able to stop the fall.
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| Here, on the ruins of their cities,
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| In the painted wilderness...
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| This motherland hides its face
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| It's someone laughing inside.
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| I crawled half the world, but so
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| And did not return home.
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| Combat exercises are held on weekends.
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| Harvest battle. |
| I don't have a single doubt now
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| That the victory, of course, will be ours!
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| I'm flattered, it's time for me to say goodbye, but for now, stay with us.
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| Here, on the ruins of their cities,
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| In the painted wilderness...
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| This motherland hides its face
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| It's someone laughing inside.
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| I crawled half the world, but so
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| And did not return home. |