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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Day by day we grew up faster, We're pea grains on palms of master, We are gathered willy-nilly, You can take and eat us really. But you should know, you should remember, We have no conceited temper, We are raised and dried with breezy Not just to get in food so easy. They grow the change from us, they cover, to hit the walls with wrath and power. You were boiled in soup for feeding, You are dead and you are eaten. Who just said, it's useless truly to hit the walls with your head duly. Clap! The eyes climbed on the forehead, And the forehead becomes solid. Pea grains will melt into bullets, The bullets will melt into weights, say, with this battering ram we'll easy smash all walls and find a new way. No one can cook porridge ever, Our muscles have steel level, Hit the wall with forehead duly, let grow up a new change truly! Turn the weights into the stones now, Turn the stones into the walls here, The walls enclose the field so safely, And the field is full of ripening crop! Here we grow pea grains faster day by day without some master. They are gathered willy-nilly, You can take and eat them really. Clap! The seeds fly over field, say, Hello, new tribe, hello new way. Clap! Pea grains hit walls with power, We grew up new change in hour. Pea grains will melt into bullets, The bullets will melt into weights, say, with this battering ram we'll easy smash all walls and find a new way. Turn the weights into the stones now, Turn the stones into the walls here, The walls enclose the field so safely, And the field is full of ripening crop! P. S. This is my translation of poem by Vyacheslav Butusov
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