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