| Samovar, you come to meet us via railway car
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| And have you really really come so far
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| You are the answer to
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| 7 days of mortar, 20,000 men
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| Who won’t be seen again
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| They’re lying scattered in the
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| Russian pines
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| Where the mountains and the waters shine
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| Where a decent man can age like wine
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| You are the answer for
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| Mighty might motherland
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| Star of flashing white
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| You are rolling softly in the night
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| Until you reach the morning light
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| The samovar is ready boys
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| The samovar is here
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| The samovar is ready boys
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| We shall persevere
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| June 23, I took a bullet right above my knee
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| And oh the doctor gave me PCP
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| I spent a fortnight just
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| Lying on my back and staring at the sky
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| Now my head is high
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| And now it’s time for them to die
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| In the sun
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| A 97 millimeter gun
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| And, oh, it is their fucking turn to run
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| For they have chased us from
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| Minsk out to Moscow
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| Volga to the Prut
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| Koba understood
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| So now everything is good
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| The samovar is ready boys
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| The samovar is here
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| The samovar is ready boys
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| We shall persevere
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| Samovar, you come to meet us via railway car
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| And have you really really come so far
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| You are the answer to
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| Mighty might motherland
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| Star of flashing white
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| You are rolling softly in the night
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| Until you reach the morning light
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| The samovar is ready boys
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| The samovar is here
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| The samovar is ready boys
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| We shall persevere |