| Gods keeping the sacred gift
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| Let's follow the golden sky
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| In the soul, the treasures are countless -
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| Love for the Motherland is a fire
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| Brought up by prickly winds
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| Fed by burning rivers
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| Never crooked
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| Conscience not sold to the enemy
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| Forever connected with ancestors
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| Fatherland bright, proud -
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| We are the bright flame of a great country!
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| Gray stinking hordes broke up,
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| Yes, the great battle to keep being afraid
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| Filthy horses trampled their hooves
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| O land rich in boundless power
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| Start songs of dark grass,
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| They lay down like a feather bed.
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| Arrow of fire - crazy poison
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| Kindle the fires of anxiety!
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| Burn in the shadow field with needles -
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| Into a frozen and wormy soul.
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| Bay in a rage clods of gray
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| Completely soulless and miserable
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| To light!
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| The red dawns rise.
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| Up birds flock frightened.
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| The sun returns to the sky
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| We will live until light!
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| How dawn wakes up and hides from tired eyes!
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| You let me go on the waves on the boat after my prince!
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| The banner is swaying, surviving on the blood,
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| And the song will be born stronger in the section.
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| Will fill the hearts with a new victorious will
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| And say goodbye to birds with a dead soul,
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| Gods keeping the sacred gift,
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| We follow the golden sky... |