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642 B
Plaintext
22 lines
642 B
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Song about Chibisa
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A road lapwing, the road lapwing,
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He shouts, waves, eccentric:
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"Oh, tell me, whose you are, ah, tell you whose
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And why, why you're going here? "
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Do not shout, winged, do not worry you for nothing,
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Let us enter, we are not in your green garden.
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You see, we, guys, we - feathered friends
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And your, your not touch lapwing.
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The sky is blue, meadow grass rustles,
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You choose any path.
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This - our with you, all of us dear,
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This is our, dear, dear, beloved land.
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And when it blooms, and when he calls,
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We're leaving in the long journey.
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On steppe latitudes, across the river ford
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The entire country, the country we want to go
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