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22 lines
681 B
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Zhuravlonok
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It took the heat from the fields, and a flock of cranes
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Leads the leader in overseas green edge.
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Flying wedge sad and cheerful, only one,
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One some zhuravlenok inexperienced.
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He breaks into the clouds rushing leader,
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But he says the leader sternly:
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"Let that land of heat, and the birthplace of a mile,
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Mile - remember, zhuravlenok this word.
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Remember the noise of the birches and the steep slope,
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Where the mother saw you flying,
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Remember forever, or never,
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My friend, you will not become a real pie. "
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We are snow, we abuzz blizzard
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And the voice is not heard the bird,
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But somewhere out there, far away, kurlychut cranes
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They are on the snowy homeland kurlychut. |