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White snow covered fields |
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woods are dreaming Earth sleeps |
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Time in slumber 'til Spring comes falls |
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in white and red the earth lies frozen |
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Whites and whites first |
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With red blood steeped clothes |
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Echoed with the pain so dark with grey sorrow was entwined |
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We remember soldiers feats |
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Sleep safe on cold snow . |
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Its all the same, who is guilty. |
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Let the gods see the truth and judge them all |
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all those who died in nineteen forty five |
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All those who won and who have lost |
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For sacrifices made to the wrong gods for power given to Enemy |
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Hail soldier hold your banner high |
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time has come to sacrifice your life |
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Though it's your brother who stands on other side still it's time to fulfill the orders to kill |
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The beast thirsts for Aryan blood squeezing down his greedy claws |
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With a stolen power he forces brothers to whet against each other |
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By slyness the blood has been spilled |
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pride has been forgotten and defamed |
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But the memory still lives in our hearts with an echo of vengeance shall insults reply |
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What incited Germans to go against Slavs |
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who made Russia to rot Ukraine |
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Who sucked power from the world as a vampire |
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who feels himself a master today |
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We remember your feats as soldiers of white race |
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No matter either you were German or Slav |
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Ghosts of war stand before our eyes |
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so we shall not repeat the old mistakes again |
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We do remember our forefather's oaths |
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we do believe in power of 14 words |
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Towers have fallen but the persons do stand firm and the Mason's pyramids do stare into our souls |
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The taste of victory is bitterness and sarcasm |
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It's price was Shekel and their scourge upon our trampled backs |
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Oh world beware new master this desert breed won't die on their own |
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If they weren't burnt those 60 years ago they should be burnt today |
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Fields are covered with white snows woods are dreaming dreams of soil |
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Time in slumber 'til spring falls |
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In white and red the earth lies frozen suffused with blood of red |
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Our memory dreams in sleeping lands |
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What should lead your future ways and what do I await today |
