This company, this company
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Who brought her here
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Who put it here under the snow
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This company, this company
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It won't wake up in the spring.
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The snow will melt, the snow will melt
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Brooks through this company
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They will run through the swamp
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No, it won't, this company
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No, it won't get up
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The commanders of this company will not lead anywhere.
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And they all lie two hundred
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Eyes in the dawn
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And all of them together
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Four thousand years
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This company, this company, advanced through the swamp,
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And then she was ordered
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And she went back
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In the 43rd this company
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Shot a detachment
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And while this company was dying
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Gnawed the earth, swallowed the ice,
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Blood spitting in the snow
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Rebuked the military general
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And they said that now he is indebted to the Motherland.
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And they all lie two hundred
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Eyes in the dawn
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And all of them together
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Four thousand years.
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Generals, generals
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All their debts paid
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And they put on medals
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And retired for a long time
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Generals, generals
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Peacefully walk the cities
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And they don't remember this company
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And they don't remember anything
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But she lies platoon
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With lieutenants in the ranks
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And with the captain at the head,
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And she lies under the snow, under the ice
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And snowdrops are blooming
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On the foreman's head.
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And they all lie two hundred
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Eyes in the dawn
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And all of them together
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Four thousand years. |