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43 lines
814 B
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There is a place in Crimea
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There is a place in the Crimea,
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From everywhere to it
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Pioneers strematsya crowd.
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On the left - the mountains and the forest,
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On top of the dome of the sky,
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And at the bottom - the ceaseless surf.
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CHORUS: Raising the flag,
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Fog Ayu-Dag,
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You, our funny "Artek"
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And the Crimean dawns
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And the blue sea,
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We will not forget you ever!
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Morning swims quietly,
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Morning swim calling
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Even those who yesterday was not able to.
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In the Black Sea water
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then boil
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From hot and bronze bodies.
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CHORUS
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Clouds, clouds ...
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Evening slightly,
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I heard the roar of the ship in the mist.
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Sadness is not about anything,
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volleyball ball
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Rides joy of our land.
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CHORUS
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Soon the end of the summer.
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Get dressed swimmer
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Our time raced by an arrow.
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Peeling noses,
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Came the pants,
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Time for us to go home.
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PRIPEV1935 |