In the blue sky, the sun sends rays to the earth,
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And outside the walls of the court, the investigator is sewing a case,
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To whom yes to no one, little boy alone,
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To whom, yes to no one, a little boy alone.
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In the garden, the summer resident smiles at her neighbor,
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And the accused boy washes himself with tears,
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Nothing, they want to plant him,
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Nothing, they want to plant him.
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In the theater there is an opera with a ballet, a singer sings an aria,
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And in court, a young lawyer is defending,
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Here are those times, and here are those two, the antennae barely grow,
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Here are those once, and here are those two, the antennae barely grow.
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And blackcurrant blossomed more than red,
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The little boy will yearn for his homeland for a long time,
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Here are those hundred, and here are those two hundred, about the beloved, about the bride,
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Here are those hundred, and here are those two hundred, they are unlikely to be together.
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In the blue sky, the sun sends rays to the earth,
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And outside the walls of the court, the investigator is sewing a case,
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To whom yes to no one, little boy alone,
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To whom, yes to no one, a little boy alone. |