Fighters! |
Terrible albatrosses of the revolution!
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The unfinished enemy is still hiding in the corners!
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Still sneaking through the dark corners of our revolutionary homeland!
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Black betrayal!
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Vile snake bites also appear on her long-suffering body!
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But you are always on guard!
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We will defend to the last drop of our red, worker-peasant blood!
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There is nothing to breathe from the smoke,
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I want to close my eyes and fall asleep
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I don't want to see this mirage -
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Saber chime, blood and courage.
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Crimson hail falls from above,
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For a whip with a whip - and against the enemy!
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To heaven ... with you comrade
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Beat the dunce and don't lose!
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Chopped liver in black dust
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Do not beg us for indulgence.
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Here is horror and death, breaks and battle,
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And only the worthy will return home.
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Apparently the saber lay askew,
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And on the shoulders is a head.
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Now I will take aim, comrade, wait,
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The bullet spins, the barrel is rifled.
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All I have left is the sky of freedom
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And a strange feeling that the bright sun is mine!
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I will throw an idyll and a principle into the fire
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And our reckless thought,
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It will blaze with a bloody fire, with tongues
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My enemies will lick my boots!
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Wa wa wa, wa wa wa...
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Wa wa wa, wa wa wa...
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... made a hole in his sunken chest,
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But this, they say, still needs to be cranked out.
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And a fragment whistles past the nose,
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In the body of another, it will crackle with an edge.
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There is a dead one in his eyes, fear,
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Mushrooms will soon grow through the ashes.
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All this seems to be intimidating,
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Life has not taught us to forgive!
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Do you want to ... be a person
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Go to a new detachment, you will remember for a century.
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You are not alive - you will be like a shadow,
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You just, buddy, put on a vest ...
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A communist sleeps with your woman,
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And you are at war, so you are clean!
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The holy burned in my heart,
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You be with us - we will find another!
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All I have left is the sky of freedom
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And a strange feeling that the bright sun is mine!
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I will throw an idyll and a principle into the fire
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And our reckless thought,
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It will blaze with a bloody fire, with tongues
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My enemies will lick my boots!
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Wa wa wa, wa wa wa...
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Wa wa wa, wa wa wa...
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All I have left is the sky of freedom
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And a strange feeling that the bright sun is mine!
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I will throw an idyll and a principle into the fire
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And our reckless thought,
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It will blaze with a bloody fire, with tongues
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My enemies will lick my boots!
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Wa wa wa, wa wa wa...
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Wa wa wa, wa wa wa...
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Wa wa wa, wa wa wa...
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Wa wa wa, wa wa wa...
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Wa wa wa, wa wa wa...
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Wa wa wa, wa wa wa... |