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630 B
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27 lines
630 B
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White nights are over Leningrad
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White night stand over Leningrad.
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Like the day Narva outpost is visible.
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All adorned attire,
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Along joyful spring.
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Along the street are people passing
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And I do not know that in my heart sings.
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I go to my dear,
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Dear Kirov factory.
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Light shop meets me like a friend.
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And involuntarily smile towards me.
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On the machine, my friend,
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My dear friend.
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Her hands are not simple - gold,
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And a nice - not take his eyes.
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I have another such in Russia,
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In Russia, more beautiful to be found.
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Here at the Kirov my whole life and glory.
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Here is my big love blossomed.
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And forever I make,
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Narva Zastava sweet.
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