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657 B
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22 lines
657 B
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Song about lapwing
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A road lapwing, the road lapwing,
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He shouts, waves eccentric:
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"Oh, tell me, whose you are, ah, tell you whose
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And why, why you're going here? "
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Do not shout, winged, do not worry you for nothing,
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Let us enter, we are not in your green garden.
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You see, we are the guys we - winged friends
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And your, your not touch lapwing.
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The sky is blue, meadow grass rustles,
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You choose any path.
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This - our with you, all of us dear,
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This is our, dear, dear, beloved land.
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And when it blooms, and when he calls
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We're leaving in the long journey.
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On steppe latitudes, through the ford of the river
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The entire country, the country we want proyti.1947
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