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LEP-500
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A gray wire from the frost ...
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LEP-500 - not a simple line,
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And we are conducting it with the guys
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On deaf taiga wilds.
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At night in the village of mowing
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Runaround birch with pines,
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And with a bitter grin Men
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To them we look.
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Through the misty dawns taiga
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Pull to the people we clean the sun,
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And dawns rise above the supports
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Chilly under my hand.
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Turning the switch in the room,
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You think about our cabin!
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... If the yellow eye of tungsten
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I could smell the taiga!
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No bride guys desperate,
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Only the song sometimes meet them.
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Blue wires fingers
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We, the girls, are drawn to you ...
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... And in the taiga blue horizons,
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LEP-500 - not a simple line ...
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But let the one who has not been in LEPii,
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Envies us! 1960
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