The spring bed is cold in the morning, and Russia is again torn apart by war.
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And in battle, not my own, I whip loving, you are my black horse, I will destroy you.
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Chorus:
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Checkers are bare, souls are bare, horses are neighing and the road is gathering dust.
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Checkers naked, souls naked, for Russia, for faith, for God.
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Checkers are bare, souls are bare, horses are neighing and the road is gathering dust.
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Checkers naked, souls naked, for Russia, for faith, for God.
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Under the vapors of judgment on tears and blood, why are you, gentlemen, so unfaithful in love.
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In that fatal love, where all life is for the Tsar, you will destroy my black horse, and I
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you.
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Chorus:
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Checkers are bare, souls are bare, horses are neighing and the road is gathering dust.
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Checkers naked, souls naked, for Russia, for faith, for God.
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Checkers are bare, souls are bare, horses are neighing and the road is gathering dust.
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Checkers naked, souls naked, for Russia, for faith, for God.
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Checkers are bare, souls are bare, horses are neighing and the road is gathering dust.
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Checkers naked, souls naked, for Russia, for faith, for God.
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Checkers are bare, souls are bare, horses are neighing and the road is gathering dust.
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Checkers naked, souls naked, for Russia, for faith, for God. |