There is a wall between us, it is higher than your head
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Head above the trees, above the roof of the wall
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We stand with our backs to the wall, the back freezes from the wall
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And I'm scared at the wall, but I'm fine, sleep, ma
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There is a wall between us, the night, but we stand and do not sleep
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Turn to face me, my brother, take it and freeze
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Put your hands on the wall, don't be afraid of our backs
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Everyone at this wall has long been struck with whiskey
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Between us is a wall, between us is a flame, bonfires
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Shame of memory between us, between us a wall to grow
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Even higher to heaven, to the height of thought you
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Come closer to the wall, there is faith, the traces have not cooled down
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There's a wall between us, we didn't build it
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There is a wall between us, no, there, no war
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They tell you, they don't hear me here, not we
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Dying at the wall for a country, without a country
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Hundreds of young people at the walls fell asleep, but with him
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Howling and groaning stood, but they were dispelled by the wind of spring
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And for everyone, love and children are waiting for songs and dreams,
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But it tends to sleep terribly near this wall
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There is a wall between us, the bosom has broken bridges
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We fell into the river of evil, where we were brainwashed
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Those who are never at the walls, those who bypass the fires
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Those who left me to stand against the wall with you |
Who am I sent to kill people like you nits
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At the wall for those who wear a purchased halo in church
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By whom I was sent for the country to stand among the rest
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Those who put crosses on us, but do not stand against the wall
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There is a wall between us, not of stone, of us
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Who fell asleep in this wall, lies an immovable layer
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Come and take a look, I won't follow orders
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Come to the wall, touch it, you will see in the walls
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Young ones like you, they stood with me
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At the wall, and before going to bed they covered me with a wall
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The young ones whom yesterday you called your brother
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They are not there, they are in the wall, the wall will not give them back
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There is a wall between us!
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There is a wall of thousands of floors between us
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Between us is a wall for the salvation of the leaders
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There is a wall between us, orders behind the wall
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There is a wall between us, this is the work of scum
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Come, here I am, rooted into the ground under the wall
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I'm not standing for ties, I'm dying for families
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Look at yours, by the wall, how many of us are here
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We paint on the slabs with dark red paint
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There is a wall between us, what are we doing, brother
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We once knew how to die for one
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There is a wall between us, what shall we say at the gate
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Where it is impossible not to look, where it will be impossible to lie |
Between us the wall is not for days, for years
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There is a wall between us, at the wall of the city
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People live in cities waiting for people at the wall
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Summer is in the cities, and we are standing at the wall
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There is a wall between us, there is fear against the wall
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There is a wall between us, the Duma, the Rada and the Bundestag
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There is a wall between us, a screen between us
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There is a wall between us, and I'm going to ram
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They sing about the wall on the stages, multiply the walls from the stages
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We stand, no, we stand the price of those who fell against the walls
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And they compose hymns to the wall, go on tour, give a show
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While we are standing here at the walls, you approached
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Don't be silent, say at least a word, we speak the same language
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Learn to forgive me, learn to hate
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And I'll forgive you myself, I've already forgiven you, come on
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You're gone, I'm looking for you, come back, I need you
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Come, we will be silent together here under the wall
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About our own, those who fell asleep, let's be silent and insist
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We will fill all the fires near the walls, we will char our heart
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We will live with that, but with that we are unlikely to forget it
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Give me your hand, here's mine, over the wall, bolder
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You see the wall is crumbling...
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The pain goes away and there is no strength to moan, the air is deafening
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We have a different country, but not different souls |