Winters are cold blizzard here Ural frosts
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And those who are not accustomed to turns
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We will take it out, we tolerate it very well
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Goodbye season according to the spring autumn system
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Here they will support their own and in bandages a hand
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All the words spoken hit harder than a fist
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little air, but strong breathing
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fingers are broken in the trash for their own, it's not a pity
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All leaving thoughts with blood on the snow
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a little bailiff from my knees through I can't
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through common sense and stupid principles
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brother will support brother preserving traditions
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Thinking about the result expressing your freedom
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We went somewhere the smoke mixed with oxygen
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The strong at heart are actually disarmed
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Movement is not for sale, just like someone else's friendship
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Those who are behind you, those who are with us
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With fury in the eyes, the banner of three colors shines
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We remain ... knowing what we need
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Chest for native Russia, heart for your team
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They looked askance and were nearby
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We stood face to face, we considered them a herd
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Week of steam locomotive Shiz in four helmets
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A bunch of stickers A couple of cans of paint
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There is a wall on the wall and this look is insane
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A bit of us here and nakryvn unpredictable
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Don't ss bro, it's just emotions,
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But home again Beaten and battered
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You are thrilled that you told me everything
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About those who are behind you Whom did you call brother
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You lived through those fierce moments together
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Bottles of stones and other arguments
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Now consider now there are more than a thousand of us
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And let the wind whistle, we stay higher
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Yes, we are not fascists, but we hide soup under a hat
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Good when a dog is a friend, and not a friend has become a hat
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Those who are behind you, those who are with us
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With fury in the eyes, the banner of three colors shines
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We remain ... knowing what we need
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Chest for native Russia, heart for your team |