Meldonium-Грім АРТИ

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Meldonium-Грім АРТИ

Explosions sound, the heart is squeezed, In the darkness of the night, hope is lost. The people suffer, cry from pain, But believe in the truth, wait for freedom. From east to west, a free land, Where the fields are wide from the Danube to the Dnieper, Where the mighty wind sings about our steppes and fields, Where the blood of our ancestors was shed, there the poppy blooms.

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1 year ago

Explosions sound, the heart is squeezed, In the darkness of the night, hope is lost. The people suffer, cry from pain, But believe in the truth, wait for freedom. From east to west, a free land, Where the fields are wide from the Danube to the Dnieper, Where the mighty wind sings about our steppes and fields, Where the blood of our ancestors was shed, there the poppy blooms.

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