32 lines
690 B
Plaintext
32 lines
690 B
Plaintext
song Chapayevites
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You do not veysya, black crows,
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Do not wave to the fighter wing -
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Not naklichesh heart of the mountain,
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All the same, his take.
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In the nighttime dark, strange
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All I dream of Zhiguli.
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Oh, do not sleep, watch -
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As if we did not pass!
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A loud shot, galloping horses,
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On the outskirts of light.
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Who goes on the chase?
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Chapaya why not?
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Boils battle in the village,
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Sounds alarm drum,
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Wander across the sky lightning,
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Across the river creeping fog.
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Know pondered the matter,
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I walked damned rabble.
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Who is there in the white shirt
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According to the Ural river floats?
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Damn you, black raven,
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The proportion of white to go!
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I heart mountain:
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Drowning, drowning our Chapay ... |