| Pulled down, I’m freezing on the ground now
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| Tears bodies all around, to die
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| After, another vicious slaughter
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| Of this unbounded war, my dying land
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| Faster, the life is falling deeper
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| Compared to waiving flag
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| Raise up! |
| My injury hands are moving
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| Into the mud and snow, the price
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| While «Radio Leningrad"is spreading on the air
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| By «call the roll»
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| You know, I’m scared to see your face
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| But I can’t close my eyes
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| If you’re praying for me
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| Destroy what’s inside
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| Afraid to die is not my final will
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| Wherever you are
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| Deleting my name
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| Afraid to die is not my final will
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| 1941, build our lives in a bell
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| 1944, 900 days, ten millions dead
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| Crystal from the bell, find the rest in our flesh
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| Splinters of my heart, don’t repent
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| Can’t find regrets!
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| About the nights, about the snow
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| Nothing still remains
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| No more cries, not today
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| For those I can remind
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| Dedicate a smile to the ones on my side
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| Splinters of my heart, don’t repent
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| My mother’s eyes…
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| My mother’s cries…
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| My |