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32 lines
690 B
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Well, what do you say about Sakhalin
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Well, what do you say about Sakhalin?
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On the island of normal weather.
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Surf my vest prosolil
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And I live near the sunrise.
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A mail with transfers from the mainland flies
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To the farthest harbor Union
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Where I throw stones with steep Berezhko
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Far La Perouse Strait.
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Over Sakhalin low clouds
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And I live over the hills early in the morning,
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I show sun fishermen
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And I send it to you on Yakimanka.
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Chorus.
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In the land where arguing waves and wind,
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Live laconic men
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And the island as if seiner,
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In return Russia with Putin.
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Chorus.
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Well, what do you say about Sakhalin?
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On the island of normal weather.
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Surf my vest prosolil
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And I live near the sunrise. |