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674 B
Plaintext
46 lines
674 B
Plaintext
Sing, play, accordion
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Train from Tambov
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Hurtling through the fields,
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Man young
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He takes to the fights.
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Chorus:
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Sing, play, accordion,
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Goes first platoon.
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outermost track
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Comrades calling.
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Somewhere in the mist,
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There, in the land of their own,
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At the river meadow,
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In a clearing house ...
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Chorus.
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Perhaps a long night
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Devonka sleeps -
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Rowan berry,
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To her knocking on the window ...
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Chorus.
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Nothing, comrade
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Honey, do not be sad -
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To lodge the native
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Again come the way.
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Chorus.
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Turn around, squeeze you
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Sing, rifle platoon!
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The bullet will not touch us,
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Death will take us.
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Chorus:
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Sing, play, accordion,
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Goes first platoon.
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outermost track
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Comrades calling.
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