sad night,
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capricious day,
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And hides the rain
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Dawn shadow.
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Where they are waiting
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Harvest,
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I'm leaving,
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Don't see off.
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Tumbleweed from Don to Angara
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Where the shaman-stone is sharpened by Chronicler Baikal.
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Tumbleweed from the Lena to the Neva,
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Where at dawn I stood as a star!
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Chorus:
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Crying, crying, pour it quickly, crying, crying, I've drunk myself into the smoke,
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Weep, weep, and pour more, weep, weep, we sit well.
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Weeping, weeping, yes, all over Russia, weeping, weeping, oh, until the songs,
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Weeping, weeping, wherever the wheels are, weeping, weeping, no matter how cheerful.
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Wherever you look -
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Thunderstorm in the eyes
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As tribute from the poor
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Under the image.
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Yes, from drunken eyes
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Things are good.
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We burn for once
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As soon as the rain passed.
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Tumbleweed from Ladoga to Onon,
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Where the caster of the steppes weaved the Bridge from the cradle.
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Tumbleweed from Shamora to Moscow,
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Where I grew up like a black poppy in the fire!
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Chorus:
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Crying, crying, pour it quickly, crying, crying, I've drunk myself into the smoke,
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Weep, weep, and pour more, weep, weep, we sit well.
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Weeping, weeping, yes, all over Russia, weeping, weeping, oh, until the songs,
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Weeping, weeping, wherever the wheels are, weeping, weeping, no matter how cheerful. |