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27 lines
830 B
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In the path-a path far
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In a way, I'll track the far post,
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Ripe apple falls on the color of the dawn.
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Give me the falcon, goodbye saber
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Together with the sharp peak saber given.
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I'm on the tip peaks Tie handkerchief,
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On your have a look at the blue eyes.
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How to wave her handkerchief, I vsplaknu chutochek,
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By Darren saber run tear.
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Yearn turtledove in intoxicating Týn,
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I will sum up to the gate planed horse
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You get up in the stirrups, kiss his son,
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In the green branches oboymesh me.
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I'll sing a song, I straightened tresses
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More than all loving falcons falcon.
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Oh, yes to donation lance, but with a donation saber,
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I take you by the entire village.
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So fly you, falcon, all quickly so beautiful,
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Beyond the Kuban, for the homeland distinguished himself in battle.
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May you, my falcon, our goodbye
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Wind blows after my song. |