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60 lines
1.2 KiB
Plaintext
Marsh installers
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Not firemen, we not carpenters,
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But bitter regrets not
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We installers - high-altitude climbers,
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And from the height you send greetings.
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We ruffled curls wind height
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And kissing the clouds, gently.
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At the height of such a dear,
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I do not look down.
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Do not deny me the courtesy
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Walk with me there, here ...
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Not that perish in obscurity
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My love and beauty.
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You stop my suffering
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Moments of life are not in a vacuum.
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And our first date
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Let pass the occasion.
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Not firemen, we not carpenters,
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But bitter regrets not
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We installers - high-altitude climbers,
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And from the height you send greetings.
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Version of the text on the songwriter in 1956:
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Marsh high altitude
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Not firemen, we not carpenters,
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But bitter regrets not
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As there is no!
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And we-altitude installers,
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And from the heights we send you greetings.
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Do not deny me the courtesy,
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Walk with me a bit
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Back and forth,
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And leave in the dark
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My love and beauty.
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Oh, stop my suffering,
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Moments of life in the void -
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Not those!
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And our first date
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Let pass the occasion.
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Ruffled my curls the wind height,
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And kissed clouds
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Slightly.
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At the height of this, my dear, you
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I do not look down.
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Leave, love, prodelochki,
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Come on you to direct beauty
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Not the one
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These boys and girls
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Oh, conquer height! 1957 |