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32 lines
794 B
Plaintext
Donetsk night
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Nightingale this song roars
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And like the flowing stream ...
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Oh, Donetsk blue night,
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Polona you my soul ...
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Among the black ruins of Stalingrad
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And the front-line in ominous smoke,
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Like days of irrevocable joy,
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You came to life in the heart, in my heart.
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Departed, otgorela alarm ...
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Dispelled darkness over the earth
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And friend since childhood road
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We were led to the native threshold.
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And in the evening in the dewy valley
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After a day of work and worries and
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On the Donets and The Night Blues
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Youth and still sings songs.
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This song and the rustle of lilac,
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And separation, and the laughter and sadness,
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And love unquenchable burning
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The timeless ages ...
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Nightingale this song roars
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And like the flowing stream ...
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Oh, Donetsk blue night,
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Polona you soul, my soul ... 1975 |