Suddenly I recalled the sound of wheels, how Stolypin drove me
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To that land unknown to me that carried away:
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My young dreams, the first girl's features
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And the crystal purity of her tears.
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Chorus:
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And in the distance the lights flickered
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Messed up nights and days.
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That steam locomotive ran along the rails
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From native shores beyond the Urals.
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That steam locomotive ran along the rails
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From native shores beyond the Urals.
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And sometimes, I confess, I did not believe that I would return,
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But, you get used to everything, so be it.
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Let them try to break the rubbish - they don't understand
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If you don’t take me on a show off, I won’t enter.
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I've seen broken ones, they won't get up, those who fell,
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To whom the skin, to whom honor - choose.
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And carry your cross through life according to your will, albeit without
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Do not expect miracles from fate and know.
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Chorus:
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And in the distance the lights flickered
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I mixed up nights and days.
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Can drink to take away sadness
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I still have almost a day on the road.
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Can drink to take away sadness
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I still have almost a day on the road.
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And the car today is my passenger trailer
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Everything from the guests brings me home.
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The conductor carries tea, there is something in it, I notice
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If I wink at her casually, she will call.
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Chorus:
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And in the distance the lights flickered
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I mixed up nights and days.
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Can drink to take away sadness
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I still have almost a day on the road.
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Can drink to take away sadness
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I still have almost a day on the road. |