| Chorus:
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| You are like a distant dream of the ancestors
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| The mouth of the son squeezed in the fog of times caustic
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| How many times was the fatherland called to death?
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| In order to reforge you with bullets again
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| Traces of driveways from the darkness of forgotten battles
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| You are the result, you are the continuation
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| Broken pavement in the way turns milky
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| Come true and enter into shining eternity
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| Against the voice of a hundred hectares of emptiness
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| It is in the depths of the armored chest that a fire is blazing
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| For a long time, the stench does not pull the limits
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| Tears through flavors: We're in trouble
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| The breed trembled. |
| Echoing through the valley of horror
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| Rosich was led from overeating and muzzle into a puddle
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| Weakly sinking on land, sucking mud from the bottom
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| Around dances and discounts - there is only one life
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| The wildest scum, whatever you name
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| Held in their arms by parents beaming with love
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| Over the cradle in images a dream spilled
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| The proud ship bites into the storm, polishes the sides
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| Russia sees protection in the blind and skinny
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| Blows up white clubbers apple groves
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| Souls of ancestors, birds are circling in eternal hope
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| To everyone for whom I am a dream, I promise to come true
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| Chorus:
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| You are like a distant dream of the ancestors
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| The mouth of the son squeezed in the fog of times caustic
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| How many times was the fatherland called to death?
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| In order to reforge you with bullets again
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| Traces of driveways from the darkness of forgotten battles
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| You are the result, you are the continuation
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| Broken pavement in the way turns milky
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| To come true and enter into shining eternity...
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| We entered the bodies of babies on a windy marble evening
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| They took clean books and human names
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| Behold the creator promised that now it will not go out
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| Calmness of warriors and feet worn out by travelers
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| Awakened in life and we are already an army here
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| Fire ... will not kill, but will make a stone from the heart,
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| And if you die, then on your own land to the song of a bird
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| And move on, across the sky in a new guise
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| The blizzard tormented, let, the body is stronger day by day
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| We are grateful to her because the skin turned into armor
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| Thank you black wind of good and evil fusion
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| After all, only in complete darkness could we become a radiance
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| Only in danger, hearing the breath of predators
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| We were able to resist them in the fight and thus become higher
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| Thank you for the cold rain and thunderstorm in places
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| The earth will wash, from the seed we will become flowers |