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40 lines
743 B
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tent city
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We live in the edge of the mosquito
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And the light of fate do not want to,
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We love our tent,
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Sister of Brigantine.
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Our long taiga route
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At stake then inflict,
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Chorus / 2p /.:
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And forward again as the sailing fleet,
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Tent city floats.
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In our backpacks city
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And ridges of concrete dams,
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And river water splash
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The canvas board Brigantine.
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In the taiga midges flickers
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And almost no hurry here,
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Chorus.
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You can come and take a chance,
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In our neuyuta canvas,
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Where the rare shining lights
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And at night the guitar sing.
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Lit at night kerosene
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On the deck of Brigantine,
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Chorus.
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Deaf edge obzhivut,
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Tent put in the museum,
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And the streets are called
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On behalf of our friends.
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But all this will happen,
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When we here uydom,
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Pripev.1966 |