Текст песни Татьяна Королева - Родина мать взгляни на меня

Restless mass graves, how many?
Say, cuckoo, prop.
In the land of them escape or rise,
In memory of cool or light a star?
Star ...

Mother Motherland - look at me,
My hand turned into a fist,
And if there is powder - Give the fire.
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Warriors in a field called
Strong so bold enemy who proudly meets in combat.
Brothers, you remained in blessed memory,
Nearby stood with us in the new fighting in the ranks,
In the ranks ...

Mother Motherland - look at me,
My hand turned into a fist,
And if there is powder - Give the fire.
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Clouds gathered again in the west
Soon the road again, do you hear the calls for battle, answer.
Russian spring, you hear Russian,
We will not abandon her, will not allow the enemy to heal under the lash,
Under the whip ...

Mother Motherland - look at me,
My hand turned into a fist,
And if there is powder - Give the fire.
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