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29 lines
834 B
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long-haul flights
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Wide, wide, my native land!
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Clouds, Bolshakov, copses yes, yes field ...
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Just look over the threshold - in the lives of thousands of roads,
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Well, I managed to find a ...
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After me the sun is shining,
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And in the cabin a fresh breeze,
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And leading the way forward ...
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Well, if you go on a long voyage for many days!
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Well, if you get along with your machines!
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And in the winter and spring, and in a blizzard, and in the dead heat
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I habitually carry her away ...
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There are ups, downs, fords,
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There are sharp turns,
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But ahead leading the way ...
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And I love to look as prettier native land!
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I love, I love the space and the wind naughty.
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And you will understand the wheel, there is always any rise
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It remains somewhere behind.
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But life, she, too,
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On the steep climb looks like!
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And leading the way forward in 1958 ... |