Through the fire and time we made our way
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And were not afraid of a damn thing or a damn thing
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And the goal was to demolish the autocracy and the system
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And the goal is to fix their ruined attic
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And our spurs dug into our sides with force
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From the pain of the mad we let the horses go
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And foam from horse muzzles flew at the enemy
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And they called only to the mother, only to her
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An angry whistle is heard from above, to the right, to the left
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At the distribution, someone gave out a black whist
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And finally, and finally
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We'll say: "Well, here's a brother, hit right on the forehead!"
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Move the crown to the side and take off the uniform
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Just don't ask us for anything
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We'll smash everything clean, and then we'll leave
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Into another world to fight
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And time will reward us, freedom will love
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And the sky will be able to forgive
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We died in the heat of the cold, the plague mowed us down
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And poured lead rain from all sides
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And we had such a choice - a revolver or a noose
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And to cast a bloody knife with steel
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And the black angel of death covered us with wings
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And we saw the sun only at night
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And someone from the third company was the first to shoot
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In order not to crap in your pants by chance
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An angry whistle is heard from above, to the right, to the left
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At the distribution, someone gave out a black whist
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And finally, and finally
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We'll say: "Well, here's a brother, hit right on the forehead!"
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Move the crown to the side and take off the uniform
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Just don't ask us for anything
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We'll smash everything clean, and then we'll leave
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Into another world to fight
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And time will reward us, freedom will love
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And the sky will be able to forgive |