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30 lines
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Magadan boulevards
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You've heard, of course, Yves Montand
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Parisian boulevards, a hymn to love.
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And I'm in love with boulevards Magadan
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And it may be harder than he did in his.
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In the distant outskirts of Russia,
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Bear Territory, where reigns the taiga.
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Where burning frost, snow swerved
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And death freezes us snowstorm.
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But the city on the edge of my Russian
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He rose and grew in spite of everything.
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And here he stands, light and beautiful,
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And in memory of the builders, I bow to him.
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And let Montand Parisian boulevards singing.
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Well, that and I sing his.
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Yes, I'm in love boulevards Magadan
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In my distant, golden edge.
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Oh, if I ever see
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Bois de Boulogne, Montmartre and Notre Dame.
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Best regards to working Paris
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I will pass on our boulevards.
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Best regards to working Paris
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I'm from the boulevards Magadan peredam.1964 |