Turn your shoulder, raise your hand,
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Remove my cry, soar into the clouds.
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Echo rush along your native fields,
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And touch your fighting friends on the shoulder.
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Chorus:
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We will go out into the field, make fires,
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In memory of past years, yes past victories.
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We will drink wine with a song at the same time,
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For love and honor, and what was and is.
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It's bad at heart when everything is on fire,
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Split the furnace to forge my sword.
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In order not to lose heart, but to save the country,
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Only go forward, there is no turning back.
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Chorus:
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We will go out into the field, make fires,
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In memory of past years, yes past victories.
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We will drink wine with a song at the same time,
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For love and honor, and what was and is.
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In the dark night, the saber is broken,
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The field will become here, now it is fed.
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My faithful friend, in arms,
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Sprinkled with snow, I get cold at night.
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A horse hobbles, wanders across the field,
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And don't touch him, he's waiting for the Cossack.
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The raven shouted its parting moan,
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And in response to him, the bell ringing.
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Chorus:
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We will go out into the field, make fires,
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In memory of past years, yes past victories.
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We will drink wine with a song at the same time,
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For love and honor, and what was and is. |