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From Stalingrad to Warsaw
Road is long and march is hard,
Assaults, battles and river crossings,
And coat of fire over towns.

But nothing will overhelm your army,
Even though white roads will flow with blood,
Stalin’s eagle has arrived
At his dear, family home!

Through ashes of towns, burned villages
And fields torn by artillery fire,
NAME_2 NAME_3 lead us,
And long awaited freedom went with him.

Hey, our birches, hey guelder roses,
Warm wind has rustled among your leaves,
When after many years he once again 
Walked on his only, native soil.

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