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597 B
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27 lines
597 B
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Guy from our factory
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In the streets of their native Zamoskvorechye
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Talking with friends, a young guy.
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The colored lights floats autumn evening,
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Noisy boulevards yellow foliage.
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Chorus:
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Bayan sings Storm and campaigns
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And the song rushes with a fair breeze
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Funny guy from our factory
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Comes to serve sailors.
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No wonder, forgetting the fatigue,
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I went to the beach every weekend.
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Knowingly wanted the sea began
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For noisy factory gates.
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Chorus.
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And now the road at dawn
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There, where the blue expanse spreads.
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Fly Moscow, circling merry wind
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Leads his accordion voiced conversation.
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Chorus. 1950 |