przemowoAnalizator/piosenki/In_the_coastal_farmThi.txt
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In the coastal farm
This boat built I do not like anything:
Known as high oak board bending,
Mast-twig myself am not brave,
And not sewed her scarlet-sail sails.
I engine knocking as the heart of a tuk-tuk-tuk,
Waves with white foam running astern,
And swim to the boat, three fishermen
With the sea intermarried forever buddies.
The youngest of force equal to not find,
Senior network knows where and how to lower,
Our third boy - lyrics to sing the master,
Fish, his hearing, comes into the network.
Each of us to his girlfriend waiting
Under vechor to the dock to meet us going.
Only rarely I see my Zorka I:
Noble milkmaid, she foreman.
It is good, but on a sharp tongue.
(??? Pisces ... whatever ... I catch ???)
More's the use of my burenushek
The skinny on flatfish and rockfish yours.
Here the winds blow from the south side
Guests will be in a good hour and acne to us.
Slender beauties all, as the selection,
Yavyatsya to you with a bow straight into the yard.
Here the winds blow from the south.
Guests will be in a good hour and acne Us
Pure silver is decorated with their outfit,
rainbow patterns on the back burn.
Pure silver is decorated with their outfit
rainbow patterns on the back burn.
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