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787 B
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43 lines
787 B
Plaintext
kolkhoz polka
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Stretch wider accordion,
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Let the girls perepoyut.
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Let them know in the world,
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As farmers live.
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Let go steamer stretch sails,
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I kolkhoz girl, my fair-haired beauty.
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You play, play, accordion,
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You play, play the accordion.
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We carry on the farm
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The five-year new plan.
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Well me with the sweet in the field
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About love to talk,
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Where a thick, golden
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Rye kolkhoz noise.
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Cute flying through the sky,
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Cute on the ground looks.
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It argues in height
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On my about beauty.
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Oh, at the dawn of the accordion
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Yes, the village is spread,
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aspic votes
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Right in the heart asks.
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Ah, creak, creak, creak,
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New shoes.
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We girls have left?
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As a Picture
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Slippers you mine,
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Noses hemstitch.
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I did not want to dance.
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Sami jumped.
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Let go steamer stretch sails,
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I kolkhoz girl, my Russian beauty. |