| Everyone loved him, and then forgot,
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| He was left alone on earth.
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| And walks along the slopes,
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| On the green grass
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| A man in love with Sakhalin.
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| And walks along the slopes
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| On the green grass
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| A man in love with Sakhalin.
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| Bowing to dear, dear graves,
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| On a foreign land, he is a prodigal son,
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| Let there be bad weather in the soul,
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| But still believes in happiness
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| A man in love with Sakhalin.
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| Let there be bad weather in the soul,
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| But still believes in happiness
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| A man in love with Sakhalin.
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| Traveled around the world in search of an answer,
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| But I found only one answer,
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| He realized that still
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| Motherland is more precious
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| A man in love with Sakhalin.
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| He realized that still
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| Motherland is more precious
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| A man in love with Sakhalin.
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| He found his yard in a town by the sea,
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| And for no apparent reason,
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| Disturbing the memory
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| Started to cry softly
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| A man in love with Sakhalin.
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| Disturbing the memory
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| Started to cry softly
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| A man in love with Sakhalin.
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| losing
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| Everyone loved him, and then forgot,
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| He was left alone on earth.
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| And walks along the slopes
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| On the green grass
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| A man in love with Sakhalin.
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| And walks along the slopes
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| On the green grass
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| A man in love with Sakhalin.
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| A man in love with Sakhalin.
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| A man in love with Sakhalin |