In Antarctica, ice floes covered the ground, ice floes in Antarctica were swept up by a blizzard,
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Here only penguins used to live, jealously guarding their snows, jealously guarding
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your snows!
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Once, the penguins in full assembly to the sea went fishing in a crowd,
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A strange picture is seen in the sea: a huge black iceberg smokes from a pipe,
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a huge black iceberg smokes a pipe!
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The penguins got scared: what will happen and where did the wind bring the guests to us?
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They see how people descend on the ice floe, for the first time they met people,
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they met people for the first time!
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People frightened them with a ringing song, breaking the silence of many years of captivity,
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The sky was covered with a thin net, hanging a web of their antennas, hanging a web
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your antennas!
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But now there is no fear in the penguins, listen to the radio and they want,
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And they stand in a row, decorously in black tailcoats, for hours at the village, for hours at the village
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they are standing!
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They walk in long formations, arching their backs, doing gymnastics in the morning,
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And then the penguins clean the ice floe, dancing the old waltz in the evenings,
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dancing an old waltz in the evenings!
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This flock knows everything in the world, their knowledge and horizons are expanding, |
Penguins know jazz, they know Bach, penguins know poetry and know sports,
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poems penguins know and know the sport!
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And penguins walk side by side with people, diligently listen to the air every day,
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And now penguins are glad to people, because people opened the world for penguins,
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after all, people opened the world for penguins! |