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44 lines
764 B
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Oh you, rye
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In a field on the outskirts,
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Where are you going,
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And noise and slopes
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A road rye.
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Black eyes saw -
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Through the field, wade,
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There to meet afar
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The boy goes.
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Chorus:
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Oh you, rye,
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Sing well!
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You are what you sing,
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Gold rye?
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Happiness will meet,
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Will not pass!
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Oh you, rye!
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From the sky pours music -
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Wind rings.
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On a narrow path
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they met.
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Outdo each other right?
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Spikelets pomnesh!
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And eyes like coals,
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What is it - you do not understand.
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One can see the happiness equally
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Could be divided -
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Both are in the same direction,
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Arms around each other, let's go.
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Rye rustles, swings,
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Can not see a trace ...
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That's how it happens
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In life, sometimes!
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1961
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Russian Soviet songs (1917-1977). Comp. N. Kryukov and I. Shvedov. M., "artist. lit. "1977
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