22 lines
651 B
Plaintext
22 lines
651 B
Plaintext
Star of my fields
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It lays down the dew descended evening blue.
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Brings the wind through the expanse of meadows -
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And the fresh smell of cut wormwood,
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And the echo of distant girlish voice ...
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It lays down the dew descended evening blue.
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And above me shines, as always,
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Star of my fields, my star of Russia -
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The only country of the lovely Star!
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And on the day when I found a strange land
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A simple bouquet of wild flowers -
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I remembered the smell of cut wormwood,
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And the echo of far-girlish voice.
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And where I used the battle is not worn,
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In my heart I was always with me
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Star of my fields, my star of Russia -
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The only country of the lovely Star! |