| I hear the call to arms
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| I shall answer at once
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| My brothers now we march
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| Toward the sound of the guns
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| Yes, men will die but I will not be afraid
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| I remember the words that my father told me
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| «My son you must be brave
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| Your steel must be true
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| And upon that field of war, my son
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| You know what you must do»
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| My father, my father
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| Your sons will stand tall
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| We will return to home
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| In victory or not at all
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| For I am no coward
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| I will laugh at death again
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| Now onward, my brothers
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| To our glorious end
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| Oh, the banner stands so tall
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| What glory awaits us all
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| Hurry now, oh, brothers
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| Before the autumn leaves fall
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| The fight will be done
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| And we shall miss our call
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| I must prove my mettle
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| As a warrior true
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| I’ll look my foe in the eye
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| Then run them through
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| «Have courage, my son
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| For I am with you from afar
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| Your ancestors are watching
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| Now show them who you are»
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| My father, my father
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| Your sons shall not fail
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| We’ll fight to the last
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| And our cause will prevail
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| For I am no coward
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| I will laugh at death again
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| Now onward, brave sons
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| To our glorious end
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| How we stand so proud and tall
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| What glory awaits us all
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| My time has finally come
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| I will prove myself at last
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| But I never saw my enemy
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| When they hit us with the gas
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| Then I watched my brothers perish
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| Consumed by the smoke
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| Faces twist in agony
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| Clutching ruined throats
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| As I die among so many
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| My name is lost in the crowd
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| As I’m spitting out my lungs
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| My father, are you proud?
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| Truly a glorious end
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| Into a silent tomb I fall
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| What glory awaits us all
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| Tell me father, have you lied?
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| This is no way for a soldier to die!
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| Was there a meaning when I fell?
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| Where is the glory?
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| Where is the glory for me? |