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692 B
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22 lines
692 B
Plaintext
An Ust-Ilim
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Over Moscow unfamiliar winds sing,
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Above Moscow clouds, as if the letters are floating ...
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I've been on the map for your route,
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It is a strange looking word - Ust-Ilim.
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Ust-Ilim on the distant taiga river
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Ust-Ilim from the city lights in the distance,
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The smell of pine needles green stars of the taiga,
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And undertones of pine read poetry.
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Call - I'll go through the taiga,
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Call - I come through the snowstorm and blizzard
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Look - inconspicuous taiga pine
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Too long ago I was standing behind thy back.
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Ust-Ilim, over Moscow thy winds sing,
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Ust-Ilim, your name is on the road winds,
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Ust-Ilim ... two green stars in the sky ...
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And a fire ... and longing in his red eyes ... 1963 |