Special stage left Penza
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Youngsters are being transported in wagons,
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The boys are standing at the windows
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The wahra has pistols in his hands.
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The boys are standing at the windows
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The wahra has pistols in his hands.
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They don't have twenty more
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But grief has already been seen.
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Now go to the special stage
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From Penza to far distances.
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Now go to the special stage
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From Penza to far distances.
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Chorus:
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And in the morning fog creeps over the ban
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And happiness to smithereens, and life in half,
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Only mother believes, only mother waits,
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And the stage is followed by a special stage again.
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Fires are burning along the bans,
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The cops guard the youngsters.
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Escape so they can't
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Until the term from the camp cells.
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Escape so they can't
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Until the term from the camp cells.
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And tomorrow again and again:
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Work work work.
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How you want to hug your mom
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Home, boys, we hunt.
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How you want to hug your mom
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Home, boys, we hunt.
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Chorus:
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And in the morning fog creeps over the ban
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And happiness to smithereens, and life in half,
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Only mother believes, only mother waits,
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And the stage is followed by a special stage again.
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And in the morning fog creeps over the ban
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And happiness to smithereens, and life in half,
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Only mother believes, only mother waits,
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And the stage is followed by a special stage again.
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And in the morning fog creeps over the ban
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And happiness to smithereens, and life in half,
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Only mother believes, only mother waits,
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And the stage is followed by a special stage again. |