54 lines
1.1 KiB
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54 lines
1.1 KiB
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Cossack
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Oh you, feather-grass steppe,
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distant road, dusty,
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Gardens, Krynica, field, village,
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Yes Mountains mighty gray cliffs!
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Oh you, feather-grass steppe,
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Native land, abundant ...
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There is no more beautiful you the edge
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Native Kuban land!
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Chorus:
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Oh, over the steppes, nivami,
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Leisya with overflow,
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Song about happy
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My Kuban Soviet land!
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There are beautiful villages,
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Kuban is famous for the girls!
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Slim, fervent in labor resistant,
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And come, splyashut - nothing in the world more beautiful!
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There are beautiful villages,
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And me alone like:
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Only I get up close yes meet eyes,
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Cossack was gone, gone!
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Chorus.
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It will fall rich.
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Gardens are raging over the huts.
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Noise, flowing around the wheat.
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Beating loudly wine in a barrel.
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Will fall with clearings,
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Squeeze me to the heart desires,
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Native greater Kuban home
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At the wedding invite!
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Chorus.
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Oh you, feather-grass steppe,
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distant road, dusty,
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Gardens, Krynica, field, village,
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Yes Mountains mighty gray cliffs!
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Oh you, feather-grass steppe,
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Native land, abundant ...
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There is no more beautiful you the edge
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Native Kuban land!
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Chorus. 1950
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