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32 lines
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There is a nice town in the north
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There is good in the north of town,
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He's in the woods harsh northern lain down.
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Russian blizzard out there circling, singing,
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There my podruzhenka, my dear lives.
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Postman, she knock on the window,
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Letter my cherished Surrender!
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Receive news from the far side,
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On the field of battle hot, with World War II.
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Do you hear, my dear, my distant,
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We are defending birthmarks edge!
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The frosty night but, on clear days are
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In the fight go the menacing red shelves.
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We divide-fascists invaders,
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With the red flag of the motherland will go.
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And the war is over, and the time comes -
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I turn back to the north pretty town.
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I'm in the sky, blue sky will fly,
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Directly to a pretty window omitted.
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I knock at the window, and the soul will stand ...
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Come, my beauty, my dear friend waiting for!
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There is good in the north of town,
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He's in the woods harsh northern lain down.
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Russian blizzard whirls there, singing.
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There my podruzhenka, darling zhivet.1942 |