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700 B
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32 lines
700 B
Plaintext
birch dreams
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The land of snow and clouds swan,
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Land birch sunsets,
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With sadness bright, silent, staring at me
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Russian blue eyes.
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Chorus:
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My land, I am the son of thy birches.
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I am Russian land from the enemy saved,
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I gave everything to gold in the groves
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I will never fall silent nightingales.
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My land, I am the son of thy birches.
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White birch trees from storms I spared,
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To always dreamed of my homeland
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Birch dreams.
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I was a soldier on the charred earth
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Glowed smoky sunsets.
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Dry cracked overworked roads
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As the hands of my mother.
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Chorus.
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When go to the edge, where there are no roads,
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I myself will ever Russia.
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ROSNO nights in your trunks of birch trees
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Jet will be my blood.
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Pripev.1978 |