
Nothing can erase this night...
Hear our hearts bell a serenade ...
But we can dream all we want to...
Breathing in air drunk dry...
Our loved ones die under the hammer of the Soviet sun...
Hear our hearts bell a serenade ...
But we can dream all we want to...
Breathing in air drunk dry...
Our loved ones die under the hammer of the Soviet sun...
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