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Song of the pea coat
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From the Volga cooler from the town of Kronstadt,
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From the southern cliffs and northern land
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We are in his cap and marine jackets
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Dear terrible battle took place.
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And since then, with those memorable trips
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I'm in the far sea and on shore,
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As military glory sailors,
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You favorite jacket, beach.
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Hey.
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Talk to you alone ...
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You were with me in the battle, the smoke in the fire.
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You saw Sevastopol,
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You know Leningrad,
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My glorious maritime jacket.
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The day has come: military snowstorm
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Subsided over a wave and above the ground.
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In front jackets and coats
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We went on holiday a friendly, family.
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And I reached a distant harbor,
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Where the long awaited and a wife and mother.
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And only then girlfriend eyed
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With weary shoulders you will remove.
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Chorus.
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Rustle of bread in the ovens of metal boils,
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Buzzing in the dams of the Volga water,
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To the heights of happiness joyfully marches
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Fatherland glory, peace and labor.
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But if once again enveloped in madness,
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The enemy will dare us to go to war,
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That will leave us in coats and jackets,
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To give him one last terrible battle.
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Chorus. 1960 |