| They rode in troikas with bells,
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| And the lights flickered in the distance.
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| Oh, when would I now follow you,
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| The soul would be dispelled from longing.
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| Dear long, but moonlit night,
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| Yes, with the song that flies into the distance, ringing.
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| Yes, with that old, with that seven-string,
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| That at night, so tormented me.
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| Yes, it turns out we sang for nothing,
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| Night after night they burned in vain.
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| If we are done with the old
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| And so those nights passed.
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| Dear long, but moonlit night,
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| Yes, with the song that flies into the distance, ringing.
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| Yes, with that old, with that seven-string,
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| That tormented me so much at night.
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| In the distance native new ways,
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| From now on we are destined to go.
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| We didn’t go in troikas with bells,
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| Yes, they have arrived a long time ago.
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| Dear long, but moonlit night,
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| Yes, with the song that flies into the distance, ringing.
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| Yes, with that old, with that seven-string,
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| That tormented me so much at night.
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| Yes, with that old, with that seven-string,
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| That tormented me so much at night.
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| That tormented me so much at night. |