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677 B
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29 lines
677 B
Plaintext
How not to love me this land
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How not to love me this land,
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Where I was given to live his life,
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And the blue and the green,
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And the secret trail in the rye!
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I feel good in your expanse,
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My love, my land.
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Peasant Woman in Russian hands
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Spring nursed you ...
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How not to love me the arable land,
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The battle with blood burned!
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How not to forget me the truth of the fallen
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Peasants from our village!
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The land under the rain you mokla,
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Through the blizzard and was revived.
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Tell me, if I could do anything,
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That you could love me? ..
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When I fall for you,
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In the misty fields of tenderness,
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In your warmth I remember
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The palms of my mother.
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How not to love me this land! .. 1971 |