The road leads from broad swords, From the slaughter and captivity of Igor
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The road leads from broad swords, From the slaughter and captivity of Igor, From white nights, Malyutin's executioners, From this unspoken melancholy; From the white priests in the priest's garden, From the mortal spirit of frost, From the blue devils, stirring in hell Tsar Ivan the Terrible; From the towers, constipation, and ditches, and Kremlins, From the face of the Rublev Trinity. And there are no countries on green earth yet, Where could I settle down as a son?. And my thumping heart was sold to her as a slave from birth.. I'm afraid to even say her name - the ferocious name of the homeland.
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The road leads from broad swords,
From the slaughter and captivity of Igor,
From white nights, Malyutin's executioners,
From this unspoken melancholy;
From the white priests in the priest's garden,
From the mortal spirit of frost,
From the blue devils, stirring in hell Tsar Ivan the Terrible;
From the towers, constipation, and ditches, and Kremlins,
From the face of the Rublev Trinity.
And there are no countries on green earth yet,
Where could I settle down as a son?.
And my thumping heart was sold to her as a slave from birth..
I'm afraid to even say her name - the ferocious name of the homeland.
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