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My friend is flying far away,
the winds of motherland are following him,
the beloved city is melting in blue smoke-
familiar house, green garden and genltle look.
the comrade will get through all the battles and wars,
not knowing silenc, not knowing sleep,
the beloved city can sleep in peace,
and see dreams, and blossom in the middle of spring.
when my comrade comes home,
the winds of motherland will come with him,
the beloved city will smile to a friend,
familiar house, green garden, happy look.
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