Twenty years ago
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suburban barefoot,
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You and I are in the same call
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They left their home.
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Moms cried after us
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And beardless infantry
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She walked with grubs over her shoulders,
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Yes, with a hangover.
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Oh, land, my friend,
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We felt great:
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AWOL, guardhouse,
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Yes, the major's wife...
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Long remembered our battalion commander,
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How they stood for the State
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Retired sports sergeant,
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Yes, the foreman is in reserve.
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Chorus:
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And twenty years, like water into sand,
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But I don't want to believe in it.
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Let the temple turn white for a long time
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And they write a patronymic to the name,
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We are the same boys
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And our friendship is still
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Among the treasures of any treasury
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No price!
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On the "citizen" a new world
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We were not expected, but we appeared
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To take our life -
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It's still a draw!
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We got up as best we could
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But conscience was not stingy
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And so we got up
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Standing firmly for yours.
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Chorus:
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And twenty years, like water into sand,
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But I don't want to believe in it.
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Let the temple turn white for a long time
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And they write a patronymic to the name,
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We are the same boys
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And our friendship is still
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Among the treasures of any treasury
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No price!
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Twenty springs, twenty winters...
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We, brother, had everything:
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weekdays, holidays,
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Doubts, yes sharp turns.
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But among the storms of life
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Our friendship is like an anchor
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Didn't let us break
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And saved our lives.
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Chorus:
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And twenty years, like water into sand,
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But I don't want to believe in it.
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Let the temple turn white for a long time
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And they write a patronymic to the name,
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We are the same boys
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And our friendship is still
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Among the treasures of any treasury
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No price! |