I was born and grew up on the Great Land!
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I inhaled the air with my chest and only saw in a dream
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The native will be reborn - will rise from its knees
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And for the last time we bow to Her!
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As it was, so it will be the Holy Land!
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For this, brother, we will perish with you!
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Boldly sword at the enemy and shoulder to shoulder ...
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And for the last time I go out to fight!
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There were many battles and now the days are numbered.
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There was Joy and pain... there was me and you!
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Time flies fast like crazy wind
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Forgive us, Mother - we will not return home!
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Year after year Slavic life will pass.
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The support of Mother Russia will be revived!
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And fighters will go out into the field with swords in their hands!
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To die for the Motherland, as the Fathers died!
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So the light illuminated the Earth - Mother!
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I will go out into the field and wide ...
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I will miss you alone
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But God willing - Perun and I will return home ...
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They will come out to see off Mother and the old Father ...
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And there is no need for words, if you do not find forever ...
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But, looking into the eyes, you can immediately understand everything!
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What a pity to give your life for them!
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There will be a fight in gravity! |
Harder cross!
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He wants to climb on his back,
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And carrying temptations with the Masonic plague...
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Is this freedom? |
- with a stone behind your back?
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Having made your choice, you will not turn back!
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No looking ahead! |
And not a step back!
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Where there is luck, there we will be!
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GLORY TO OUR VICTORY!!! |
GLORY TO OUR RUSSIA!!! |