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534 B
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23 lines
534 B
Plaintext
traffic lights are burning
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Gone are the days of college,
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Traffic lights are lit,
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And in the future we stand on the threshold.
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Promchatsya years, runners,
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We will not forget Institute.
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In all they diverged edge
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But soon meet friends -
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More of us will drive somewhere-way road.
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Yet know the whole country
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Students of our names.
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The last time waving your arms -
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Farewell, our dear city,
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Do you remember their comrades distant.
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traffic lights are lit,
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Farewell, beloved Leningrad!
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traffic lights are lit,
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Farewell, beloved Leningrad! |