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Tallin, fallen |
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We're sailing to go home |
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War's coming, war's taking |
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Alone across the Baltic haze |
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Nobody loses hope |
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But we were feeling forgotten |
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Just breathing our death |
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Across the sea, you lead us |
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and ease the fears |
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Kutznetzov, the preacher |
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No light behind his back |
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The voice is trembling, no hiding |
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The end is moving fast |
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Tallin, fallen |
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We are leaning all behind |
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Remember those boatmen |
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The ghost-men chant, from Volga |
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Lost in the shadow |
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When pride is going to die |
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Inside an ancient rhyme |
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Ghosts from the Volga's tale |
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Lonely, the memories are lost |
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A pathway to nowhere |
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Stranded, the livid of my soul |
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Stranded, is claiming all my life |
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Fate, you take me down, into your dome |
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Straight into your great decay |
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Straight into your great mistake |
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From the boatmen, from the Volga's cry |
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Step by step and a step again |
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Fear is my great surrender |
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The ghost-man chant, from Volga, lost in the shadow |
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Ghosts from the Volga's tale |
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When pride is going to die inside an ancient rhyme |
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Ghosts of the boatmen. |
