War people are in trouble,
Gathered at zampolits the trench.
War anxiety and bombing,
Border all exploded.
The fighting went across the border,
On a fixed path.
The fighting went stronger than death,
To keep the war we could not.
We walked away, leaving,
His birth place.
We shot the aircraft,
And flew to heaven.
People ran,faster than thought,
People were hiding in the forests.
The troops went to the native capital,
So as not to give her enemies.
Those years were long,
People have become friends as family.
All helped each other,
One big whole family.
But it was the sorrow and the suffering,
And the faces of joyful victories.
When the back was taken,
His birth place.
As the battle by battle, took the city,
And we pushed the enemy.
And the enemy, of course rested,
But we broke them troops.
Chirik V.V. CENTURIES g. 21:50
War
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