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About Slavic world

We can’t find ourselves,

As mine or you, or smph,

In clamp, where we are slaves,

But Slavs is our pump.


We are pumping Russian world

With welcome, salt and meal,

But If you’ll come with sword,

You’ll die from your own steel.


We squeeze out servile pith

From flesh and spirit’s vis,

How giant of the myth

Squeezed water from the cheese.


Forget your gun and bun

To kindly life and breathe

In land, where everyone

Is son of mother-Earth.


Forget your common trend,

Remember love and hate,

To sing with us, our friends,

Like guests-confederates.


We’ll accept song of brave,

We’ll cheer a weak motive,

Cause Slavic haven’t slaves

And don’t confess with chiefs.

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