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29 lines
742 B
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When you approach to Moscow
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When you approach to Moscow,
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When among the blue expanse
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You hear train whistles
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And see the lights of semaphores ...
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Not once had experienced
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You this hour of return,
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But again, you will cover
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Familiar heart excitement.
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When you approach to Moscow
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Awakened by a stack of wheels you
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When the window of the wagon
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Run around Moscow pine ...
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Lights shining in the distance
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The night sky of the capital
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And you all look and you look
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On the bright flashes of lightning ...
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When you approach to Moscow,
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You feel a fresh force
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Favorite expanse of land,
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The power of the motherland cute.
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You say, his native Moscow,
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We are related by blood fate,
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And wherever our journey is not lying
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We heart everywhere with you! 1950 |