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806 B
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26 lines
806 B
Plaintext
Song of the experienced sailor
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The ships went, happened, in swimming,
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For all seas and wandered shtormoval,
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In any port to any overseas visited the harbor,
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Overall a very homesick clear
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Overall I longed for home.
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Bananas are eaten, drank coffee in Martinique,
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I smoked tobacco in Istanbul evil,
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In Cairo, I chewed, brother, dates of boredom,
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They are in the opinion of my bitter,
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They are far from the homeland is bitter.
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No, not for me the beauty in a strange little window,
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In foreign ports, I wandered for many days,
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But I did not leave the soul there is not tithe,
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It is for Nastia, Nastya mine,
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It is for my sweet Nastya.
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Well when I finished swimming far,
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Then kissed the granite quays,
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In his native Crimea and Vladivostok I
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Ah, the Kuril Islands, the distant,
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On our most distant islands. 1953 |