Day and night from the Carpathians to the Kuriles
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The winds are whistling beckoning and beckoning.
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I bought excellent sneakers for myself,
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You understand and don't hold me back.
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I love the taiga path in the taiga,
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And in the desert a sea of red sand,
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Where used to drag a meek camel
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Two humps are like two huge backpacks.
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I want to walk all over the earth in sneakers
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To see personally what is, what is in the distance,
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And you write letters to me in small handwriting
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Since there is not enough space in the backpack,
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And you write letters to me in small handwriting
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Because there is not enough space in the backpack.
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You carefully look at the paths,
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I soles everywhere I could,
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Printed a clear number forty-three
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And a patterned factory mark.
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In sneakers, you can follow the song,
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Along the asphalt, along the path among the swamps.
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You can even fly in the sky in sneakers,
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If you add a helicopter to them.
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I want to walk all over the earth in sneakers
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To see personally what is, what is in the distance,
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And you write letters to me in small handwriting
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Since there is not enough space in the backpack,
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And you write letters to me in small handwriting
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Because there is not enough space in the backpack.
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I want to walk all over the earth in sneakers
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To see personally what is, what is in the distance,
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And you write letters to me in small handwriting
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Since there is not enough space in the backpack,
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And you write letters to me in small handwriting
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Because there is not enough space in the backpack. |