| Birds singing is not heard, the Grad fired behind the house.
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| The people came to a decision: there will be a Back City!
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| Under a grayish sky, where the governor is a reptile,
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| The builders are drunk, both old and young are in the ranks.
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| They drove piles into the ground and crookedly, out of place -
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| They tried, fools, to build a Back City.
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| The governor rejoices - he stole some money,
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| And the agitator writes: love the Back City!
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| The teenagers of the crowd were taken to the army by the military registration and enlistment office,
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| Nazi Germany scare everyone
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| Kids breathe glue, there is a stench from factories,
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| Dorms dotted, Winters City-back
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| Here in the summer trains take people to hell,
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| Signs along the streets: "We love Back City!"
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| Here the news was conveyed that the foreigner is a bastard
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| Dreams of destroying the great Back City.
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| Here every year there was a military parade according to the schedule,
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| Peace is not needed here in FIG, and the governor is happy.
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| Here the mayor in a beautiful place does not feel tense,
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| He is the candidate of all together united hard workers.
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| On the square for the masses, on the holiday of the country
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| The singer sings a beautiful refrain: "Ass - that's us!",
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| And the governor is happy, and the electorate is happy,
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| An agitator in action: let's build a Back City!
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| And we are almost at the goal, we are about to understand everything,
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| We will come to the back in a winding, special way ... |