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Take only that which you can carry Take the letters, icons, golden replicas And take the wooden crucifix We gonna run with the dogs Gonna sleep with the cows Gonna scoop up the water with our bare hands Gonna wait in the camps Call out to the dragons on banners of war Take only that which you can carry To the city of refugee Візьми лише найважливіше Візьми лише найважливіше Візьми, візьми Take every bit of foreign news Of this catastrophe Blood on women's youth, exhausted guards Covered with snow We gonna run with the dogs We gonna sleep with the cows We gonna scoop up the water with our bare hands And the quiet of our cemetery Take only that which you can carry Letras de cancionesTo the city of refugee Візьми лише найважливіше Візьми лише найважливіше Візьми, візьми Well, now I hear the quiet lovers muttering: So longer down, won't be enough, done, done, done, done Don't check them for your own name, name, name And I'm not on the list of the dead And I'm not on the list of the dead And I'm not on the list of the dead, the dead, the dead Dead From Letras Mania