| Red sun like a drone
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| Hovered over the withered broom again
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| People of both sexes
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| Creep out of the yards
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| Tenement mounds
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| Peace and stability over our jungle
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| Maggots swarm in the corpses of enemies
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| May warmth blew from the south
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| On the outskirts, the hawthorn blossomed again
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| There above the indestructible power
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| So sweetly the nightingales of the regime sing
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| Around solid non-commissioned interventionists
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| Attract the poor with cock crows
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| It's time to sprinkle them with earth
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| So that the lies of enemies do not darken your day
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| How lucky you people are to live
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| Under the rule of the greatest of all leaders
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| His face will blind, like the sun's glare
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| Reward victories with a kiss
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| I can't believe how big he is.
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| Your eye gets high when it dances
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| Covering the stars above the clouds
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| Covers forests and steppes with its shadow
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| Behind this, at least in the fire you are easily ready
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| The whole world is in dust, in radioactive ashes
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| After all, our spears are sharper than theirs
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| Our shamans are more honest than theirs
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| How dare you doubt, you despicable serf?
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| Beat your forehead in bows and shut up your slurp
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| After all, we are the kindest, most fashionable
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| The bravest, the strongest
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| The smartest, the most
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| The most, bitch, beautiful
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| Let all enemies turn to ashes
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| After all, the truth is like acid rain for them.
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| Just look how dancing in the sky
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| Touching the clouds our great leader
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| Let evil tongues spread rumors
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| It's time to put them all under the knife
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| We just close our ears
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| We sing a motive so as not to hear their lies
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| Under flags as big as the sky
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| Under icons with images of higher ranks
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| I'm a frenetic collective ecstasy
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| I clicked all this evening with my forehead
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| Marching in colorless unifs
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| Smooth formation for bitter vodka
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| And for us supermen
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| Let's slap on the little one, squatting
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| For the prince, which is a clear sun
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| Warms, warms us, as if under a wing
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| You leave your seditious thoughts
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| Do you want, do not want - you yourself will throw yourself at your feet
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| Do not judge warrior, you will not be judged
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| Better chew your crumb
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| All overseas chthonic monsters
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| Let's pull on our titanic figure
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| After all, our spears are sharper than theirs
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| Our shamans are more honest than theirs
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| How could you doubt, you despicable serf?
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| Beat your forehead in bows and shut up your slurp
|
| After all, we are the kindest, most fashionable
|
| The bravest, the strongest
|
| The smartest, the most
|
| The most, bitch, beautiful
|
| Let all enemies turn to ashes
|
| After all, the truth is like acid rain for them.
|
| Just look how dancing in the sky
|
| Touching the clouds our great leader
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| Let evil tongues spread rumors
|
| It's time to put them all under the knife
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| We just plug our ears
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| We sing a motive so as not to hear their lies |