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43 lines
859 B
Plaintext
Song of starlings
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For many years, in the spring from the south
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The house with a withered willow
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Starling flew with a friend
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On the Arbat in your birdhouse.
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But one morning in March,
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Returning back home,
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I could not find it on the Arbat
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House with dried willow ...
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Chorus:
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On the ground, there are roads everywhere
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And in Moscow, all lead the way.
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Cities on earth very much,
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But such as Moscow, does not find it!
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Very proud, very important
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Concrete and glass
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I have grown seven-story house
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Where the hut was ...
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Starling did not recognize the Arbat -
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Everywhere new palaces!
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And Arbat guys
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Sing like starlings:
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Chorus.
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Starling looked offended
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A high house a stranger,
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Suddenly he saw on the roof
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Their birdhouse blue.
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These are children, those who lived
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In the house with dry willow,
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Take with them not forgotten
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Blue birdhouse his own.
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Chorus.
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