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22 lines
576 B
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Kostroma
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Is about to go away with Privolnoye space
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In the distant edge of the edge of a cold winter,
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And I remember that there is a good city,
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Ancient Russian city of Kostroma.
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Noisy in the evening Volga side.
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Hear beeps river in the distance.
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Goes to the factory devchyonka River
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In her smart silk scarf.
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Handkerchief - a gift of mine, pray tell,
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Already the third year if it keeps,
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Already there from that time did not stir up
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Her deep blue eyes?
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Steep path, the way blizzard
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Gone separation and passed the winter,
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And for me now inseparable
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Spring, love, and Kostroma! |