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17 lines
551 B
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When you sing a song
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The soldier at the front, hard to be without your favorite.
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You write to me more often, write, do not worry.
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Steppe fires burning in inhospitable,
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But it becomes easier when you sing a song
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Alena, Alena, dear friend,
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Away from me, you - and you reach in a year!
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Wretched thing - sadness, but the separation,
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But it becomes easier when you sing a song
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I know, Alain, you have not forgotten me.
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In the familiar gates are still waiting.
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Perhaps I will not soon be seeing a cute,
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But it becomes easier when you sing a song in 1940 |