28 lines
591 B
Plaintext
28 lines
591 B
Plaintext
Azerbaijani song about Moscow
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About you, Moscow, all my words,
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About you my dreams.
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Over Moscow burning golden sunset
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And the silver ray of the rising moon.
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Chorus:
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Azerbaijan ah, ah, Azerbaijan,
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Mark my words to you, Moscow.
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All the republics of the pattern as a color carpet
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Oh, Moscow, surrounds you.
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My life - your life, my blood - your blood.
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All you give, Moscow, loving.
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Chorus
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Tanks mad move squadrons off.
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Hundreds of petrol is gaining strength.
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Who watered them all, not sparing their strength.
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It is I, Moscow, from Baku, your son.
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Chorus
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Ah, the good city of Moscow.
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