[Lyrics Dmitry Basik]
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Who are these men marching on streets
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Under the flags of my land?
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Confronting the state, the state of the jails,
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Standing for freedom's defend?
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Clenched are the fists, resist in the minds
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And flame in the heart burns bright.
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Nothing will stop these men on the streets -
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For nation, for freedom, for homeland they fight!
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Raised from the ashes,
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Born by years of grief,
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Brought up by pain,
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And the true belief.
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Forged in the jails,
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Firmed by truncheons' beats,
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We are the men revolting on the streets!
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Who are these men hunted by law,
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Standing the truncheons' beats rain?
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Putting at stake their fates and their lives,
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Despising the bites of the pain?
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Who are these men marching on streets
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With flags of the glory and grace?
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No man will forbid, no truncheon defeat
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The men of unshakable faith!
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Who Are These Men?
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| Vicious Crusade |
