| White birch there on Saturday night
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| Already give the municipalities a leafy vision
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| They earnestly seem to utter you
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| Only good luck with far falling hands
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| So spin, fly the linen head
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| When the sparks play in the eyes hit
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| You can't find such a beautiful place anywhere else
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| Like a summer night on the grasslands of Saaremaa
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| You can't find such a beautiful place anywhere else
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| Like a summer night on the grasslands of Saaremaa
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| In the shadows of the night brought like white snow
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| That birdsong will ring for you
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| By the way now lips and burning cheek
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| Shine as apple blossoms can
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| So spin, fly the linen head
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| When the sparks play in the eyes hit
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| You can't find such a beautiful place anywhere else
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| Like a summer night on the grasslands of Saaremaa
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| You can't find such a beautiful place anywhere else
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| Like a summer night on the grasslands of Saaremaa
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| There are meadows in Saaremaa like a dewy lap
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| At the edge of the night, the earth rings from the songs
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| And the sky shone over the clouds
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| And you can't be charmed by a burning kiss
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| So spin, fly the linen head
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| When the sparks play in the eyes hit
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| You can't find such a beautiful place anywhere else
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| Like a summer night on the grasslands of Saaremaa
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| You can't find such a beautiful place anywhere else
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| Like a summer night on the grasslands of Saaremaa
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| So there we feast on the grass
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| When the twilight morning already hits the hand
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| And all the idols are joined together
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| The rich joys and work of that day
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| So spin, attract the young girl
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| You're a shiny star soldier
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| Those nights are white, wear out soon
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| Now the linen head, you don't get your own
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| Those nights are white, wear out soon
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| Now the linen head, you don't get your own |