| Rise on alarm, and again there,
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| Where midnight groans in horror,
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| Where people suffer, where death and misfortune
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| And our help is urgently needed,
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| The vents roared, trembling from the effort,
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| We are again responsible for someone,
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| Ready for battle personnel of group "A"
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| Anywhere on this planet.
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| We made a choice and this is our cross,
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| Crush the ubiquitous evil spirits,
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| We again leave the family and brides,
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| Saying goodbye maybe forever
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| Terror is dangerous, strong and insidious,
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| Therefore, often along the edge
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| We walk, but our conversation is short
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| With the enemy that torments the Fatherland.
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| We are professionals, but any holiday,
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| We have a third toast,
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| After all, we are the Motherland. |
| cover ourselves,
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| From the new tragedies of Nord-Ost,
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| From the weeping of Beslan, where in a storm of passions,
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| And the evil of drugged scum
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| At the cost of their lives, unfortunate children,
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| Rescued by fighters from the special forces.
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| Do not blame us for politics,
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| The soldier only follows orders
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| But in the putsch, the white house, we refused to take,
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| After all, Alpha does not shoot at his own.
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| We passed the whole Caucasus and Afghanistan with honor,
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| Fulfilling your sacred duty,
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| And the body of the country from gaping wounds,
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| Closes securely.
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| We are the shield of the Motherland, and the punishing sword
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| And they proved to everyone in the end
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| The enemy cannot break the power of spetsnaz shoulders,
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| Although group "A" people are not gods,
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| A lot of us left before reaching our years,
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| But we didn't ask for much
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| Having laid down his life, automatic and takes
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| To the feet of beloved Russia
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| To the feet of beloved Russia
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| To the feet of beloved Russia |