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822 B
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34 lines
822 B
Plaintext
Artek waltz
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Away silvery evening sea,
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Bear (*) wakeless drowsiness enveloped,
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A wave of coastal shingle argue,
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And the southern stars above us are burning ...
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Chorus.
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Wind joker tickles our faces,
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How well I with you spinning!
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Waltz music breathes foliage,
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And the song lay down any words.
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/ Loss /
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Homeland dear, motherland,
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How can not say thank you
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During the Crimean tale, care and affection,
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How can not say thank you!
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Swing smoothly friends cypresses,
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Affably waving tops of us.
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Dancing boat from rocky promontory,
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And you yourself, as if plyvosh the waves ...
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Chorus.
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At home you will remember the Crimean expanses,
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Again, see the evening tide,
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Again, hear the melody of the sea,
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And this is our waltz motif ...
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Chorus.
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* - Ayu-Dag (from the Tatar - Bear Mountain) - the mountain near the camp "Artek" .1961 |