przemowoAnalizator/piosenki/For_that_guyToday_I_ge.txt
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For that guy
Today I get up before dawn,
I pass on a wide field.
Something with my memory has become,
All that was not me, I remember.
Raindrops beat down his cheeks sunken,
For twenty years, the universe is not enough.
Even I was not familiar with the Man
Promise - I'll be back, Mom.
A prairie grass
It smells of bitterness,
Young wind green.
We wake up,
And rumbles over midnight
Whether the storm,
Whether an echo of the past war.
We wake up,
And rumbles over midnight
Whether the storm,
Whether an echo of the past war.
Promises to be a long spring,
Waits selected grain cropland.
And I live in the land of good
For myself and for the guy.
I'm on the severity of such gorblyus,
But you can not live differently if
All calls me his voice,
All the sounds of his song is with me.
A prairie grass
It smells of bitterness,
Young wind green.
We wake up,
And rumbles over midnight
Whether the storm,
Whether an echo of the past war.
We wake up,
And rumbles over midnight
Whether the storm,
Whether an echo of the past war.
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