Grace
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(D. Revyakin)
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Only two short years
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I didn't see you.
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Rumor has conveyed hiccups -
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Don't rush, you're off.
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Wipe away the slumber of fatal masks,
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We have to protect the borders.
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Who tamed the gray runes,
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Waiting for other bins.
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The sun quietly set in the eastern region,
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The stars lined up.
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Somewhere the Japanese are drinking their sake,
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Somewhere they promise gold.
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Turned dreams of the campaign,
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You know everything, sister.
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Absent for two years
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The coals are smoldering from the fire.
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Oh, impolite, no tears with me
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We said goodbye in the cold.
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The one that he called native,
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Didn't leave a throat.
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Eastern edge of tart longitude,
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Do not measure, do not embrace.
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Either sweet or bitter smoke... Or drunk or sober smoke...
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Call to see again.
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Three Cossacks deftly met
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And we decided to take a walk
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Enchantment boiled with honey
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It's pouring from the sky, it's pouring from the sky
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Grace is pouring from heaven.
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It's pouring from the sky, it's pouring from the sky
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Grace is pouring from heaven.
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Spread your tight wings
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Build Cossack regiments.
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Girls, guys, who is with me?
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It's pouring from the sky, it's pouring from the sky
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Grace is pouring from heaven.
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It's pouring from the sky...
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Grace rolls from heaven.
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It's pouring from the sky...
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Cheer up, it's about to begin...
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Where in the palm of your hand you can’t hold ...
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It's pouring from the sky...
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It's pouring from the sky... |