The white field is white, gray-haired spruces are sleeping
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And in the dense forest they sleep until April
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The blizzard sweeps puddles of foamy blood,
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But under the snow coat the blood will return to the ground
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This battlefield will again become arable land,
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And the words of prayer are yesterday's fairy tale
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Oh, the earth is sick, be patient a little
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Until the spring there was a white road
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Let the earth warm
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Let the earth wake up
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soothe the heart
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Wake up from sleep
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We don't need much
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Light in native window
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white road
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The path from the heart to the sun
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Do not give to strangers everything that we value
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What is given to you by the earth
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Better not to live at all than to lie and live a lie
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Live on your own land as if it were someone else's
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And wherever you are, but your home
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Shines on you like a star in the darkness
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So that it does not suddenly happen, you must stay
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Loyal to their land
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Loyal to their land
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Loyal to their land
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Loyal to their land
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Loyal to their land
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Oh you winter winter
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Go away yourself
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Oh dear side
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Spring will come to us soon
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The sun will melt the ice
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Warm rain will pour
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Revitalize forest fields
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And mother earth will wake up
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The white field is white, from the very threshold
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Until the spring there was a white road
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And after spring, summer will come again
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Ashes from the battlefield will be blown away by a warm wind
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Let the earth warm
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Let the earth wake up
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soothe the heart
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Wake up from sleep
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We don't need much
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Light in native window
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white road
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The path from the heart to the sun
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Your house is a harsh land, but it is a home
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There is none dearer to your heart
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He was and will be, again there will be only yours
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If you don't trust your house to anyone
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If you want to live and revive the earth
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Will give earth and bread and beer on the table
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If you were born here, you will rightfully live
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Live on your own land
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Live on your own land
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Live on your own land
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Live on your own land
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Live on your own land |