| My heart is darned
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| In gray whiskey dust
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| But I choose Freedom
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| And - blow all the whistles!
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| And patience is running out
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| And three thousand rubak
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| They will sharpen, like Finns, feathers,
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| They let the dogs off the chain.
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| Brest and Ungheni are locked,
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| Watches here and there,
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| And everyone is waiting for me in the West,
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| But they are just waiting in vain!
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| I choose Freedom
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| But not from the battle, but into the battle,
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| I choose freedom
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| Just be yourself.
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| And this is my freedom
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| Do you need clearer words?!
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| And this is my concern
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| How can I get along with her!
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| But sweeter than your stories
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| I am the pride of my misfortune,
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| Freedom of government soldering,
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| The freedom of a sip of water.
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| I choose Freedom
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| I drink with her today on "you".
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| I choose freedom
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| Norilsk and Vorkuta,
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| Where is the garden chopper again
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| A whip is dancing over the shoots,
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| Where is the bullet or the rag
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| One day my mouth will be shut
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| But the road rings nicely
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| And each shelter is like a temple.
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| And the bullet weighs a little -
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| No more than eight grams.
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| I choose Freedom
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| Let it be rough and pockmarked
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| And you - go ahead, drop by drop
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| Squeeze out the slave!
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| Drop by drop and eat drop by drop _
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| Useful and cunning
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| Drop by drop - it's on Capri,
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| And to us - substitute a bucket!
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| And to us - substitute a trough,
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| And we will rise in all our glory!
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| Not secretly, not sewn-covered,
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| And for everyone to love!
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| I choose Freedom
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| And know that I'm not alone!
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| ... And "freedom" says to me:
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| - Well, - he says, - get dressed,
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| And come on, citizen. |