Somewhere in the middle of the forest, in the middle of the forest
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The echelon was walking along the special stage
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Suddenly caught fire on the stage
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Fifth car behind with convicts.
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It can be seen that the prisoners decided to cheat
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The wagon guard slept soundly ...
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Well, the train raced through the forest
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Following to the Western Urals.
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Chorus:
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And the wind, the wind fanned the flame,
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And his tongues soared up to the sky...
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And the wind, the wind did not understand anything,
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And together with the wind the souls flew into the sky...
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And closing the carriage wiring,
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The lining caught fire in the wind.
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And chifir for a prisoner is sweeter than vodka, -
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We got carried away without seeing the spark...
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Only from sleep did the guard wake up,
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Fucked up, yelled the alarm ...
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And the car was choking in smoke,
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And the car was already on fire...
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A torch flared up over the taiga in the night,
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"Stop the car!" The screech of brakes...
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Shouts, obscenities and screams of convicts inside
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Merged into a million voices...
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Security jumped off, stood up in a crowd
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Surrounded the entire wagon.
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The gray convoy bared its muzzles,
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Like fangs of a pack of dogs.
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The chief yelled, saying: “Shoot at everyone who comes out!!!
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If at least one leaves, I will give it to the tribunal!!!”
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And everyone watched as the fire of the grate licked,
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And the wind was blowing - he did not understand anything ...
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And the prisoners rushed through the burning bars,
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Through the floor and the roof, each with a torch of grief...
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They yelled: "Don't shoot!!!" at the top of their lungs,
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“Open the door!” the prisoners screamed in vain...
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Here a man fell from the roof onto the cordon
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“I won’t leave!” he shouted with a burnt mouth,
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But there was an order - an order to shoot to kill,
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And conscientiously fired at everyone...
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Chorus.
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Somewhere over the taiga, a timid dawn
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As always, I did a little...
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An hour later the report was: “There are no escapees,
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And no one was left alive"...
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The remains of the ash blew across the taiga,
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The uncoupled car burned to the ground...
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All personnel of the through guard
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He was awarded a special decree then ...
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Only the wind remembers how, uttering a long groan,
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Following to the Western Urals,
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The train rushed off again, only now it has become one car less ...
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Somewhere in the middle of the forest, in the middle of the forest
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The echelon was going through the special stage.
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How it got there is unknown...
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Suddenly one car caught fire ...
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And the wind, the wind blew the ashes...
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Soared rails, quietly cooling ...
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And the wind, the wind did not understand anything ...
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Souls groaned, soaring into the sky... |