There, such people were happy with flowers and simple dreams, clouds!
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I will give you grapes on a blue platter to the gates, along the carved bridges!
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Garden of Eden, seafood! |
No one knew grief soon.
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I will curtain all the windows - no offense and quarrel, sickness!
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Here it is happiness somewhere: everyone is smartly dressed in the summer.
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Sheathed the Machete according to folk signs, what the hell!
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Full and whole skin! |
La-la, la-la-la, la-la!
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Like papaya rye rose, both the sun and the moon at once!
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Glory, glory to Iry! |
Glory, glory to Virius!
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The edge where the garden and the birds fly into the sky!
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Island of bliss of the body, where there is no trouble,
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Where everyone is happy and every brother!
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There, such people were happy with flowers and simple dreams, clouds!
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I will give you grapes on a blue platter to the gates, along the carved bridges!
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This is Eden and Valhalla! |
Paradise, that world, even said little!
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Peace, heaven and the abode, where the keeper himself prepares sbiten!
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This land is beautiful! |
There are sapphires, oh, and the sky is clear!
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The best fate, I agree, they gave everyone circuses and bread - great!
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There, such people were happy with flowers and simple dreams, clouds!
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I will give you grapes on a blue platter to the gates, along the carved bridges!
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There, such people were happy with flowers and simple dreams, clouds!
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I will give you grapes on a blue platter to the gates, along the carved bridges! |