| A soldier has a day off, buttons in a row
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| Brighter than a sunny day they burn with gold
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| Sentinels at the post, it's spring in the city
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| Lead us to the gate
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| Comrade Sergeant, Comrade Sergeant
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| A soldier walks through the city along an unfamiliar street
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| And from the smiles of girls the whole street is bright
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| Do not be offended, girls, but the main thing for a soldier
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| For his distant beloved to wait
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| And the soldier will drink kvass, buy a popsicle
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| No hurry, will leave the cinema
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| The carousel will rush him, ringing with music
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| And he has in stock
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| Half a day left, half a day left
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| A soldier walks through the city along an unfamiliar street
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| And from the smiles of girls the whole street is bright
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| Do not be offended, girls, but the main thing for a soldier
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| For his distant beloved to wait
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| Where the beloved lives, lindens rustle
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| And not her soldiers get on the carousel
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| But others are useless, every single one
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| If you wait right
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| Your soldier, your soldier
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| A soldier walks through the city along an unfamiliar street
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| And from the smiles of girls the whole street is bright
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| Do not be offended, girls, but the main thing for a soldier
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| For his distant beloved to wait
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| A soldier walks through the city along an unfamiliar street
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| And from the smiles of girls the whole street is bright
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| Do not be offended, girls, but the main thing for a soldier
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| For his distant beloved to wait |