| At a secret halt in the dense black forest
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| A light gray fog floats over the river.
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| A barely audible song rises from the fog,
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| The soft song of the forest partisans.
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| You can’t make a fire, so that it doesn’t go bad,
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| You can't light that cigarette either, look.
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| Only you will tighten the song, so quietly, barely audible,
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| So that only words resound in the chest.
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| Chorus:
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| “Beat the enemy anywhere!
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| Beat the enemy with anything!
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| Many of them fell, but still few!
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| Few have fallen! |
| We need more!”
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| A song flies over the edge that is scorched,
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| It flies through the blood-drenched meadows.
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| Great hope for those who are offended
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| And black death to fierce enemies!
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| She calls secretly, she rings dully,
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| And if it breaks through, then it hits right through!
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| A fly bites into a lead bee
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| And a red rooster rises up!
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| Chorus:
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| “Beat the enemy anywhere!
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| Beat the enemy with anything!
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| Many of them fell, but still few!
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| Few have fallen! |
| We need more!”
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| Iron song of struggle and courage,
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| Instilling horror and fear in the rapists.
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| She hovers over the quarters of Prague,
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| On the outskirts of Paris, in the Balkan mountains.
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| Sticking with a dagger, pouring poison,
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| She is on the heels of the fascist.
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| And gives the avenger immortal glory,
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| And he leads new fighters!
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| Chorus:
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| “Beat the enemy anywhere!
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| Beat the enemy with anything!
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| Many of them fell, but still few!
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| Few have fallen! |
| Need more, more, more, more.
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| Need more!” |