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The sunrise above our heads
there is no shade under naked, barren trees
stepping forward, a man and his comerades
heads covered with red-starred caps
they work here, without knowing why
in the home-harbour of nuclear submarines
they don't care, they don't maintain
they don't think about the fate of russian orphans
can't you get any sleep
try to forget how things are
you can't do that
you'll have to take a stand
place your back against the wall
place your hands behind your neck
it is useless to try to hide
a glorious morning, a feast of brightest light
a prelude to a winter thousand years long
you can't find a sanctuary
no use to even try
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