| We sharpened rhymes sharper than a razor!
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| Joy of battle!
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| We read verses like prayers!
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| Joy of battle!
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| We sharpened rhymes sharper than a razor!
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| Joy of battle!
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| Here are our troops!
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| Before you is the height of a new fire!
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| Shreds of consonances ring like prickly ulcers!
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| I dare to send this thick
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| To a worthy, but, alas, alien society.
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| With whom I am on "You" by name and patronymic!
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| Their indifferent speech is a cold weapon,
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| Their sword is feigned indifference, their shield is frozen tastes,
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| Life without unnecessary burdens is hidden from the onslaught of the muse!
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| Blind cameras on the stage - burn my courage,
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| I mutter in embarrassment Greece and Jealousy,
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| I don’t understand - where is our passion and ambition?
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| And then impudently rushing close talk ...
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| I feel the joy of battle every time,
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| No matter how strong the enemies are,
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| Let them surpass
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| And the ground under your feet would heave in chunks!
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| Nemesis! |
| - I repeat with an exhalation:
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| Do you have views here or is it a long-standing grudge against me?
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| You remember again - our appearance is marked by a fraternal yell,
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| Closed bolts on foreign gates -
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| Whisper: "Who's there?" |
| Ah, the shackles and fetters are ready! |
| Hocus Pocus - watch carefully:
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| We take a deck of cards and mix them thoroughly:
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| The deceit of the ladies with the cunning of the jacks
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| And the power of kings-authorities!
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| We get what we need!
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| Who fumbles - he is with us, the rest - by!
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| Stop rummaging in an empty closet!
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| Trumps have long been in our pocket!
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| Water boiled in boilers, blood boiled in veins,
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| Bonfires blazed in the eyes, poets lived in dreams,
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| Therefore, they were glad to have a verbal battle - a massacre!
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| Because of the fighters, wars flared up!
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| Are we able to be the same - to follow the image,
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| To go on stage a little drunk,
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| Yes, in general! |
| How else?!
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| Our hordes are really trampling the crowd right now!
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| The United Caste has sharp, fanged swords,
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| Speech, like eyes burning, dangerous,
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| In vain you sleep - we are already celebrating!
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| The Palefaces are back in business!
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| No rehearsals, what do you want?!
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| Europe with us, Asia with us
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| Yes, we are dark darkness - to disgrace!
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| I can prove - I climbed the site
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| Our site shone with the joy of battle!
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| United as a family - do not split us in half!
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| Quilts our theme, like a good ganzhubas!
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| We sharpened rhymes sharper than a razor! |
| Joy of battle!
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| We read verses like prayers!
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| Joy of battle!
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| We sharpened rhymes sharper than a razor!
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| Joy of battle!
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| Here are our troops!
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| Before you is the height of a new fire!
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| The babbling is over - the eyes are burning with brilliance:
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| "Well, bro, the lyrics?! Just be honest!"
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| Standard ... they say, today there is something without a voice ...
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| Nervously rubs his lips, straightens his hair.
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| "It's according to the book! Right now, everyone writes like that! ..
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| Life and war on Mars, I don't know - maybe I heard!"
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| Briefly retells the content to me,
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| And how in the end everything burned down under a blue flame!
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| And everything seems to be according to the rules - if you let me judge,
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| A couple of rhymes from other people's stories ...
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| Well, this is in essence, but if in meaning,
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| He is one of those who did not understand the essence of his mission!
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| Blimey! |
| - it's trouble!
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| Water is boiling in the tub - give me ice!
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| In our dishes, in fact, porridge is crazy!
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| I'm unbalanced, that's why I'm on foot!
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| Take a sip, do not be rude, so as not to stir up!
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| Borshchuli - and, closed!
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| Smiles break, eyes sparkle!
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| The crazy knight's brains are smoking!
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| Mace howling steam heating!
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| Without an escort, thinking breaks down! |
| Worthless lamps are smashed to smithereens!
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| We burn fire! |
| Joy of battle!
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| Through adversity
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| Even when our boys spend years in prison,
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| The United Caste is always in full action!
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| Good evil welcomes all our people!
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| Together we celebrate the approach of the good news.
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| About the beginning of the time of Wisdom and Honor!
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| This song has a call!
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| His motif is made of hardened steel!
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| Take out the sword of Justice and Morality!
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| Remain subject to good intentions!
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| Be true to your Caste!
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| Each of us is a master in his own style!
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| Master in style!
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| Louder than water, higher than grass
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| Why are we here?
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| No matter what the walls can withstand
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| The delights of our stormy meeting.
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| Your battle of speech is on,
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| Put away the candles, boy.
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| Very flammable, however, too late!
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| The flame is bigger, hotter.
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| The whole area is covered by this power,
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| Well, who else wants to covet our treasures?
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| We sharpened rhymes sharper than a razor!
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| Joy of battle!
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| We read verses like prayers!
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| Joy of battle!
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| We sharpened rhymes sharper than a razor!
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| Joy of battle!
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| Here are our troops! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Радость битвы , by - Каста.