41 lines
1.2 KiB
Plaintext
41 lines
1.2 KiB
Plaintext
On their way
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There is nothing in the world more beautiful roads!
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Do not be sorry about anything that has laid down the back.
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Unless life is good with no wind and anxiety?
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Is the song a cruise is not close to the chest?
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Over the purple patch of locomotive smoke,
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For horn steamer on softwood river
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For spills meadows, rush past,
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I am grateful to you and light melancholy.
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Chorus:
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Oh, dear, dear! I know in advance,
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That once pull warm in the spring,
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I would do anything for the sun, the wind of wanderings,
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For happiness to wander through the home side!
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From swing, from screeching, from dancing car
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Song wind rises - and here
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All flies with illuminated slope month
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On rough, detailed, in the clouds, sunrise.
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During fault open steppes of mountains,
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The golden wheat crashes path
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Fly off the platform, and with a crash imminent
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Divides the space of the smoky breasts.
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Chorus.
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Twisted mountains and rivers in the usual pattern,
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But under the sky in a new breathing thick
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And Kuban steppes and the Black Sea,
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And the high Caucasus, Crimea and steep.
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Chorus:
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Oh, dear, dear! I know in advance,
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That once pull warm in the spring,
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I would do anything for the sun, the wind of wanderings,
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For happiness to wander through the home side! 1980 |