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Pulled down, I'm freezing on the ground now |
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Tears bodies all around, to die |
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After, another vicious slaughter |
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Of this unbounded war, my dying land |
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Faster, the life is falling deeper |
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Compared to waiving flag |
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Raise up! My injury hands are moving |
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Into the mud and snow, the price |
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While "Radio Leningrad" is spreading on the air |
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By "call the roll" |
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You know, I'm scared to see your face |
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But I can't close my eyes |
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If you're praying for me |
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Destroy what's inside |
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Afraid to die is not my final will |
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Wherever you are |
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Deleting my name |
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Afraid to die is not my final will |
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1941, build our lives in a bell |
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1944, 900 days, ten millions dead |
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Crystal from the bell, find the rest in our flesh |
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Splinters of my heart, don't repent |
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Can't find regrets! |
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About the nights, about the snow |
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Nothing still remains |
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No more cries, not today |
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For those I can remind |
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Dedicate a smile to the ones on my side |
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Splinters of my heart, don't repent |
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My mother's eyes... |
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My mother's cries... |
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My Motherland |
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If you're praying for me |
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Destroy what's inside |
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Afraid to die is not my final will |
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Wherever you are |
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Deleting my name |
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To hide myself by your arms, Motherland |
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I can feel the breath of Leningrad... My Motherland |
