przemowoAnalizator/piosenki/In_the_dugoutBeats_in_.txt
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In the dugout
Beats in close stove fire
On logs resin as a tear.
And sing to me in the dugout squeeze
About your smile and eyes.
About you I whispered bushes
The snowy fields near Moscow.
I want you to hear,
As longs my voice alive.
You're far, far away,
Between us snow and snow.
Before you reach me is not easy,
And before his death - four steps.
Sing, harmonica, blizzard spite,
Get lost call me happiness.
I dug in the cold heat
From my unquenchable lyubvi.1942