32 lines
774 B
Plaintext
32 lines
774 B
Plaintext
Andrew
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Ah, the road-track, ringing, my bellows.
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See how we are shining stars above the river.
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Dashing guys, girls fire
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All vied with each other speak.
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Chorus:
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Oh, Andrew, whether we be in mourning?
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Do not hide the accordion, play in all keys.
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Pull devil, to the mountains flashed,
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To murmur green gardens.
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Sing Andrew, so that the middle of the night
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I raced the wind tugging at the curls,
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Sing, play, to gentle eyes
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I do not ask, looking at you.
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Ah, the road-track closed window.
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It will not work, does not meet devchonochka me.
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Chernobrov bitter words to say:
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"In the heart there is no return fire."
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Chorus.
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Ah, the road-track, still equals a little.
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Returned the girl, not concealing a smile.
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"Hello, Andrew, came to listen to you"
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And I sang my dear:
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Chorus.
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