Do not twist with a word, get along straight, patch up the souls of the unfortunate with songs,
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Crush the heart like the dawn of the moon, teach me, my Motherland.
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Do not drop the cross, bend, but hold it, and if you drop it, be able to pick it up,
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Yes, to appreciate the warmth of your fire, teach me, my Motherland.
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Through the rains, through the cotton wool of the clouds, your rays pour onto the earth,
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So the whistle of the cities pardons the trembling of the candle.
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So life is earing through the asphalt, so the Covenant rings through the centuries!
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Where the world ends, Light begins.
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Treasure the truth, do not indulge lies, do not judge the distant, help your neighbors,
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Converge with silence at the end of the day, teach me, my Motherland.
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Through the rains, through the cotton wool of the clouds, your rays pour onto the earth,
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So the whistle of the cities pardons the trembling of the candle.
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So life is earing through the asphalt, so the Covenant rings through the centuries!
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Where the world ends, Light begins.
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Through the rains, through the cotton wool of the clouds, your rays pour onto the earth,
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So the whistle of the cities pardons the trembling of the candle.
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So life is earing through the asphalt, so the Covenant rings through the centuries!
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Where the world ends, Light begins.
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Through the rains, through the cotton wool of the clouds, your rays pour onto the earth,
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So the whistle of the cities pardons the trembling of the candle.
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So life is earing through the asphalt, so the Covenant rings through the centuries!
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Where the world ends, Light begins.
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Through the rains, through the cotton wool of the clouds, your rays pour onto the earth,
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So the whistle of the cities pardons the trembling of the candle.
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So life is earing through the asphalt, so the Covenant rings through the centuries!
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Where the world ends, Light begins. |