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42 lines
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I love this city worker
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Over the edge of the Arctic Circle,
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Where the lights shine Murmansk
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And from the sea came a blizzard
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Knocking at every door.
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Guys, our region is not particularly beautiful ...
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Drifting snow steaming earth ...
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But this is also a native Russian,
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Favorite childhood earth.
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I love this city worker
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Where maple spreads ringing.
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And the long polar night
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I skazachno it seems.
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The guys here do not favor friendship immediately,
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But every comrade pleased.
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Here lyudyat not believe in the beautiful phrase,
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And the truth in the face speak.
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At the pier whistles sounded,
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And the guys in the sea to go.
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From old salty berths
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Go hiking seiner.
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Guys, good-bye, good luck!
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Come home soon!
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Our city worker, our city fisherman
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It is waiting for you from distant seas.
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Over the edge of the Arctic Circle,
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Where the lights shine Murmansk
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And from the sea came a blizzard
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Knocking at every door.
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Guys, our region is not particularly beautiful ...
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Drifting snow steaming earth ...
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But this is also a native Russian,
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Favorite childhood earth. 1960
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