Текст песни Хор им. Пятницкого - Вперед, друзья

Gloomy forest stands around the wall;
It is worth thinking and waiting.
Only a whirlwind in his chest vzrevёt times: | 2
Next, my friends, come on, come on, come on. | times

In the deep metal mines ringing,
From stone gold flows.
There's a prisoner of the stone hammer strikes, - | 2
Next, my friends, come on, come on, come on. | times

Dry up the blood in his golden chest,
Iron rusty groan will stand.
But deep in the bowels of the earth sings: | 2
Next, my friends, come on, come on, come on. | times

Who lives in the unequal fight spares,
With the courage to target who is,
Let him know: his blood trail breaks, - | 2
Next, my friends, come on, come on, come on. | times


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