| Hear me, I want your heart, I want to redeem you
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| The smell of death from Mafia’s sweat
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| Has drenched your empty dance
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| Feel me, I feel your pulse
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| The spark’s alive in you
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| The smell of death from Power’s breast
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| Has filled your empty flesh
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| And this is not gonna stop
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| Look into my eyes, this story lives in deadly silence…
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| Running to the end
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| Pursuing death and its sprout of shadows
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| What do you see over your sunrise?
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| Take my hand before it’s too late to rise again
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| It’s too late to rise, when I cry…
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| When I cry… remember this
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| [He
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| Hearts beat as one, strong and mighty
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| Our fire is hellish enough
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| Enemy will find his grave here
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| perish before the wall of Moscow]
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| Preacher from the past, millions died in your slimy prayers
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| But rowing till the end
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| I know that a Soviet answer’s coming fast
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| What do you see over your sunrise?
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| Take my hand before it’s too late to rise again
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| I’m crying in light, I’m crying for you
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| I’m crying for the world, remember this
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| [He
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| Hearts beat as one, strong and mighty
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| Our fire is hellish enough
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| Enemy will find his grave here
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| perish before the wall of Moscow]
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| Listen to my words… in the end, for your soul, for one hope
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| Chasing my breath, for a dream, right by my side
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| Listen to my words, to my soul
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| Will you choose to pass away or fly?
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| Believe in sacred war, by my side till the end, for a dream
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| From heaven to earth, choose a better life
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| I’m singing against all fears
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| I’m crying against this tainted world
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| This tainted world. |
| I’m calling you
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| From the North to the South, from the Don to the sea
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| We will shout out our Soviet Pride
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| From the North to the South, from the Don to the sea
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| We will shout out our Soviet Pride
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| The defense is unbreakable
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| Our city firmly erects
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| We swear to clear all invaders]
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| Free… I’m running free
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| Beginning war — rising peace
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| I can’t die before my Red dreams
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| Hear me, I want your heart, I want to redeem you
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| The smell of death
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| The smell of death is here |