| Slowly unrolls the skein of history
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| Tearful light, a moment in sadness
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| And I know well this strange reality
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| To live or to fall, the puppeteer is moving
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| We are the Red Cavalry
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| And storytellers
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| Spread the world of us
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| As through bright nights
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| Or in stormy days
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| We proudly…]
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| Anthem of ghosts
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| The colors of future appear within my sight
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| My prayer for justice, inside the Soviet dream
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| I feel new power, a flame in ancient fires
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| Love, desire, struggling — I know what I want
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| We are the Red Cavalry
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| And storytellers
|
| Spread the world of us
|
| As through bright nights
|
| Or in stormy days
|
| We proudly…]
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| Anthem of Red ghosts
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| Freedom’s calling now!
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| Freedom’s the password, changing the tale of this world
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| Freedom’s calling now!
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| Freedom’s the key, unlocking the gates of this world
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| Voices of mermaids echoing in the sea
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| Of ancient Greek ships only shadows remain
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| Raining tears, raining…
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| The history of fathers it shows me the way
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| My future, my life shall not fall again
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| Raining tears, raining…
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| Now… come on!
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| Lead us bravely into battle! |
| Budyonny
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| And all our life is to fight
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| We are the Red Cavalry
|
| And storytellers
|
| Spread the world of us
|
| As through bright nights
|
| Or in stormy days
|
| We proudly…]
|
| Slowly unrolls the skein of history
|
| Tearful light, a moment in sadness
|
| And I know well this strange reality
|
| To live or to fall, the puppeteer is moving |