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17 lines
677 B
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Over gray Kuril
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Over gray Kuril cold clouds float.
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And low above the water anxiously scurry cormorants.
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I go into the depths of the sea - the challenge is clear seaman:
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Russia, native Russia, I have the happiness of your beach!
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In the campaign sailor bad enough, there is no sun and the beach is far.
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Here the air, and that without the rest with friends as the divide ration.
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But I know - always overcome adversity all I can.
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Russia, native Russia, I Valor your beach!
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Over gray Kuril cold clouds are floating,
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And I deeply under water all dream home comfort.
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But dreams are expensive short - I'm back on the watch in a hurry.
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Russia, native Russia, you I live and breathe! |