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32 lines
744 B
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Talk of the town
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Parapets along silently wander we
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Dry leaves poking.
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The longer the path, the more completed,
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Especially hot shower singing.
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How good that the heart is right
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It does not require the awards.
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And the rest, so probably,
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For us doskazhet Leningrad.
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Our city, the Baltic smelling,
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It stands on the banks of the Neva,
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How hospitable the house open,
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It should not give the enemy.
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As we fought besieged winter
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The whole city is like a soldier
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Grateful for all Russia,
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About doskazhet Leningrad.
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And our song ends
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With the touch of silence.
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Let the glorious city does not grieve
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And the age-old dreams.
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Let the grass swaying in the gardens.
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And over the graves of soldiers
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Unique song heard
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Your eternal voice, Leningrad ... 1970
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