| (Beyond the Danube, beyond the Danube,)
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| (Beyond the Danube, across the river,)
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| (The march passed, the march passed,)
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| (Went hiking on Turkish troops!)
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| Tomorrow, together, step by step in march
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| Tomorrow, united, running to war
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| I see your fear, your sorrowing eyes
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| I remember my childhood, I ran away from ghosts
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| But now I’ve courage for the change
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| Bleeding or blinded, free I want to die
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| Pushkin writes for Decemberists
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| 1825, we lived in forlorn hopes
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| Untill the Tsar claimed for our lives
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| Maybe they forgot about their marching hearts
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| White army — You blind — free I want to die
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| Pushkin writes for Decemberists
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| Pushkin writes for this land of mine!
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| (Beyond the Danube, beyond the Danube,)
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| (Beyond the Danube, across the river)
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| Equilibrium — Once there was
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| Disparity — is what remains
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| I can’t endure this evil for my spawn
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| I want no longer — I can no longer
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| I see your fear, your sorrowing eyes
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| I remember my childhood, I ran away from ghosts
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| But now I’ve courage for the change
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| Bleeding or blinded, free I want to die
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| Pushkin writes for Decemberists
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| (Beyond the Danube, beyond the Danube,)
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| (Beyond the Danube, beyond the Danube)
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| In the engagement I’ll carve this stone through the unlimited
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| marching in the early morning light
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| and upon this ruins our Red Flag will be waving |