41 lines
864 B
Plaintext
41 lines
864 B
Plaintext
magic horn
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When a light flux
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Dawn flows from the mountains
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On sunny Artek
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Sings Magic Horn:
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"Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta, tra-ta-ta-ta-ta,
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Tra-ta-ta-ta, tra-ta-ta-ta, ta! "
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And it seems that spins
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Faster globe
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And once all Artekovtsy,
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Artekovtsy, Artekovtsy
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Stand up in a single operation.
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When ringing in the wind,
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Our glowing fire,
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Then again on Artek
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Sings Magic Horn:
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"Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta, tra-ta-ta-ta-ta,
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Tra-ta-ta-ta, tra-ta-ta-ta, ta! "
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And our guys believe
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On such evenings,
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What once all Artekovtsy,
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Artekovtsy, Artekovtsy,
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We gathered around the campfire.
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Always on the Black Sea
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In the blue of the Crimean mountains
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Invitingly and provocatively
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Sings Magic Horn:
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"Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta, tra-ta-ta-ta-ta,
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Tra-ta-ta-ta, tra-ta-ta-ta, ta! "
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And it seems that spins
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Faster globe
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/ And all at once Artekovtsy,
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Artekovtsy, Artekovtsy,
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Stand up in a single stroy.-2p. / 1975 |