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Podmoskovnye road
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On the wide valley of the Hungarian,
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Where the night breeze rustles,
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We remember in a strange land
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The beauty of the suburban roads
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Chorus.
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Eh, smooth road near Moscow,
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Forest green, birch foliage.
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We often dream of Moscow is the capital,
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We will meet soon, Moscow!
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Oh, you're a long dark nights,
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Smoke cold, alien sky,
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And watching his beloved eyes
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On the road that leads to the house.
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Chorus.
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The green valleys and groves
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Soon we will turn to the east
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And go back to the Red Square.
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According to one familiar roads.
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Chorus.
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