| I went to Russia, oh what a land
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| I took my horse, my dogs and a friend
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| From Pavlovitsj, to Samarga, off and there we go
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| I give my horse free rein, 'cause I know
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| She knows her way much better you know
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| From Pavlovitsj, to Samarga, through the wind and snow
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| The evening comes and soon we have to rest here for the night
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| Blow the horns light the fire, 'cause here we are
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| The evening comes and soon we have to rest here for the night
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| Blow the horns light the fire, 'cause here we are
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| Nadja, sing and dance
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| Have a drink, never think of the land
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| Sing a song, play it on your balalaikas
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| Nadja, sing and dance
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| Have a drink, never think of the land
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| Sing a song, play it on your balalaikas
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| Then one day, early in the morning
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| They saddled the horses
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| And decided to continue their journey
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| In spite of the cold wind
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| That was rolling in, over the fields
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| And the unknown danger that could be on their way
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| They moved on again
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| The evening comes and soon we have to rest here for the night
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| Blow the horns light the fire, 'cause here we are
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| The evening comes and soon we have to rest here for the night
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| Blow the horns light the fire, 'cause here we are
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| Nadja, sing and dance
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| Have a drink, never think of the land
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| Sing a song, play it on your balalaikas
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| Nadja, sing and dance
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| Have a drink, never think of the land
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| Sing a song, play it on your balalaikas |