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17 lines
503 B
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Letter to Moscow
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Sit down a minute there, something I can not sleep.
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A letter I wrote to a friend today,
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Letter to Moscow, the distant capital,
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which I had never seen before.
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Let it be the night, let the weather gets angry
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Let the dream comes into its own -
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But I do not sleep on patrol at the border,
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To sleep peacefully slept my Moscow.
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In the coming battles and night halts,
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In the steppe wide il in the taiga,
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That dream was gone, so I went off fatigue,
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Comrade, remember his native Moscow! 1939
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