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And the blame of all the swamps is glanced, and all the close
And he will whistle a cheerful whip over the trouble Paro.
You feed your longing, flying in darkness one,
And I'm alone, I will cry the song ...

Separation - here is the eternal enemy of Russian dreams
Separation - here is the midnight tact of happy midnight
And only winter from under the wheels,
And do not hear due to thunderstorms
Neither your sword, nor our tears, no words about help.

What trouble from the century is doomed,
What kind of need we pay tribute,
Saying good to Milyami
And from what this yawa give us such a dream,
What is the wonderful light, under the songs of sad

Can us not smell happy hands
You can straighten your horses forever.
But moaning the north, shouts south,
And again the wheels farewell knock
And now the fate is suddenly about the tops counter.