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Samovar, you come to meet us via railway car |
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And have you really really come so far |
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You are the answer to |
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7 days of mortar, 20,000 men |
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Who won't be seen again |
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They're lying scattered in the |
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Russian pines |
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Where the mountains and the waters shine |
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Where a decent man can age like wine |
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You are the answer for |
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Mighty might motherland |
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Star of flashing white |
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You are rolling softly in the night |
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Until you reach the morning light |
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The samovar is ready boys |
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The samovar is here |
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The samovar is ready boys |
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We shall persevere |
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June 23, I took a bullet right above my knee |
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And oh the doctor gave me PCP |
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I spent a fortnight just |
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Lying on my back and staring at the sky |
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Now my head is high |
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So it's time for them to die |
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In the sun |
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A 27 millimeter gun |
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How it is their fucking turn to run |
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For they have chased us from |
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Minsk out to Moscow |
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Volga to the Prut |
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Koba understood |
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So now everything is good |
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The samovar is ready boys |
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The samovar is here |
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The samovar is ready boys |
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We shall persevere |
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Samovar, you come to meet us via railway car |
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And have you really really come so far |
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You are the answer to |
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Mighty might motherland |
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Star of flashing white |
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You are rolling softly in the night |
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Until you reach the morning light |
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The samovar is ready boys |
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The samovar is here |
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The samovar is ready boys |
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We shall persevere |
