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"...Hills are covered by darkness.
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Suddenly, the moon shines
through the clouds,
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illumines the peaceful tombs.
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These pale crosses in the night
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watch over the sleep of the heroes.
:10:28
The shades of the past
wander endlessly,
:10:32
and speak to us again and again
of the victims of the war.
:10:36
All is quiet around.
:10:40
The wind has driven the mist away.
:10:44
On the hills of Manchuria,
The warriors are sleeping,
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and they do not hear Russian tears.
:10:51
The poor mother weeps and weeps.
:10:55
The young wife is crying too.
:10:59
We all are crying,
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as one man,
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cursing fate.
:11:07
May the grass of the steppes
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inspire you with dreams.
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Sleep, heroes of the Russian land,
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sons of your Fatherland.
:11:23
Fallen for Russia,
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You died for the Fatherland.
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Know that we will avenge you,
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and will honour your memory.
:11:38
The poor mother cries and cries..."