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47 lines
1.4 KiB
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Path-way
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We stand, we look at the smoke of the locomotive,
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Flame front light shown.
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Wind along the path bends birch,
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And wide, and far ahead of our space.
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Running, running path of the road ...
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In the fields of green flowers bloom,
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River glitters, noise thresholds,
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Flashed groves, swimming gardens.
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Noisy, seething flow.
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I sang the horn - and that flow far.
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And rings, and steel zmeyatsya road,
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And bear and carry the steel track.
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Again field, poplar, emerald village
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Every hour drives us farther and farther to the south.
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Downhill races our car cheerful bird,
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Speed, beauty in front and around.
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Running, running path of the road ...
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And all eyes are drawn to look.
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And the expanse of the sea and the foothills of the mountains
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In the rays of the sunset in a hurry to show off.
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Already visible wave
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Ringing, singing, calling it in space ...
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Again, go to infinity road
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Without end and without a sparkling way.
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Here's a blizzard and snow - is the north of Russia,
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There gardens at the water - it's sunny south.
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Here forests, wonders, blue, thick,
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Again voices incessant blizzards.
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Running, running path of the road ...
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To the south, the north, all the edges,
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Bear, carry wheel-legs,
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And everywhere, everywhere, my country.
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Tent of thick branches,
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The tops of the mountains, and again expanse of fields ...
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Without end and without steel road,
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And all around the window all my Fatherland. 1940 |