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There are many happy victories, And there is only one, That is too crucial and reminds That nation may be sick. And if you do not treat disease, And move away from God - Like viruses from all the sides The enemies will come. Our leader said in the fortieth: 'The last church will be blown' - And what we all got after it, Is more than all the sorrows. All sins or demons to drive out, In yourself overcome, And only with the help of Christ From illness to recover: Sick with the evil and with lie - The cause of all the griefs, And to pay good for bad at last, And to forgive like kids. To teach us how to change for good God will not send a war. The devil is - the only foe, One common friend is - God! You cannot say the number when Statistics counts deaths. Let everyone come to parade In his spiritual strength! We will be thankful to all those Who saved the living here And made from Russia fascists go, And Russian speech we hear! To our nation which has won By cost of her own kids, Saved Europe from its own harm And life is - free in it!

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