As if with an angelic face, yes, they say, in bad weather,
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Was born near Arkhangelsk, I am the enemy of the people.
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And he dreamed of a sea route, but what kind of school is there,
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The leaders of the Komsomol helped me find myself.
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Malice in the heart of scale and hatred in the neighborhood,
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Oh, a low bow to Stalin, for a happy childhood.
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Under escort from Vologda, we will not die - we will be alive,
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Swallowed to nausea, transfers and prisons.
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Among those who were shot carefully, without guilt guilty
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There were children of Khreshchatyk and there were children of Arbat.
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And then the war burst into our destinies sick
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And there was only one road, penal battalions.
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And the maternity hospital and the churchyard on fire, the forces of the enemy feast,
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Trusting in the Lord, the souls wept blood.
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I returned neither alive nor dead, I sobbed at the fraternal graves,
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A year has passed and the turn of the Krasnoyarsk camps has come.
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Was born with a noose, grew up in a noose, and rotted with a noose around his neck,
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Who is freer on earth, and who has a longer chain,
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He is freer on the ground, whose chain is longer. |