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52 lines
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Song cheerful tourist
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Steep path to the mountains
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Along the fast and slow rivers,
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Bypassing the large lakes,
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Funny man walked.
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Eleven years old he was,
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And he carried on his shoulder bag,
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And there the towel, but soap,
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Yes white tooth powder.
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CHORUS:
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/ We are not afraid of the way,
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We reach to the clouds!
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With our cheerful song
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Chagall easy! 2p. /
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With our cheerful song
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Chagall's easy!
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He walked without a gun and without a stick
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Zolenoy high grass.
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Cuckoo flew yes daw
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Above his head.
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He was not afraid to meet on the road
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No snakes, no bull, no dog,
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If met, then I laughed
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And he kept saying as follows:
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CHORUS.
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And a cloud over him instead of the roof,
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And instead of an alarm clock - the thunder.
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And all that he saw and heard,
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In a notebook, he wrote.
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And to be even more interesting
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And it seemed easier to go,
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He sang, and cheerful song
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I helped him along the way:
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CHORUS.
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And the windows in the houses opened,
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Hearing - it goes by,
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And the people he sang
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In the gardens, at the door of the gate.
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And I heard this song,
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Buddy's voice heard
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Bareheaded into the street left
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And this song has caught up.
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CHORUS. |